FannyPack The Theme From FannyPack Lyrics
            And you never heard it like this before
            You're gauranteed to come back for more
        
            Here we go yo
            Live and direct
            The prettiest girls
            Who cash the most checks
            Straight to the bank in cars
            Never walking
            Looking mad cute
            And cell phone talking
            Fellas
            They all jock my crew
            The buy us dinner and jewelry
            And shoes
            When it comes to attention
            We're the center
            They come to my crib
            And they try to enter
        
            I kick rhymes
            Just for fun
            Brooklyn, New York
            Is where I'm from
            The place I dwell
            New York City
            Where girls like us
            Become so pretty
            What a pity
            Your comittee
            Can't hold a candle to my city
            We're so pretty
            a__ and t__ties
            The home of Biggie
            And P. Diddy
        
            And you never heard it like this before
            Throw your hands in the air
            And wave em like you just dont care
            Getting down with these sureshot sounds
            Somebody say Oh Yeah
        
            Braggin and boastin
            Carrying toast and
            Riding my bike
            Flatbush, just coastin
            Money and clothes
            The latest fashion
            The center of the world
            With all the action
        
            Champagne bubblin
            Causin mad trouble and
            You better feel this song real quick
            On the double and
            I'm out smugglin
            Boyfriend jugglin
            Making a splash like jumpin in a puddle and...
        
            We love fashion
            Dancehall mashin
            Whiplashin
            Mercedes crashin
            Egg Mc m___ins
            Stove Top Stuffin
            My chef, any food
            It ain't nuffin
            On the block puffin stuff
            Like H & R
            My homeboy Fancy plays guitar
            Laugh at a joke
            Hardy har har har
            Fake IDs get me into the bar
        
            Repeat Chorus
        
            The beats are cripplin
            Potato chips I'm dippin in
            I might take a sip of your bottle of ripple and
            Grape nurple nipplin
            Tim Leary trippin in
            I know you wanna hit it
            But stay offa my tip in in
            Studio arrangin
            People are strange and
            Where my dogs at
            You better handle that mange and
            Going insane and
            Dealing with my brain and
            Quick switching lanes then
            Hopping on a plane then
        
            I graduated
            Teachers hated
            Tests were graded
            And overrated
            I am jaded
            You debated
            Unmotivated
            And rollerbladed
            Boys Ive dated
            Some have skated
            Cheese gets grated
            Animals mated
            Bread gets toasted
            Parties hosted
            His nuts got roasted
            But he still boasted
        
            Repeat Chorus
        
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