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conversations.value: Write me a song called Fat Raps (Remix) with the following description: Track #10 of off Big Sean’s “Finally Famous Vol. 3”. It’s the official(?) remix of the original Fat Raps, by Chip tha Ripper, Big Sean & Curren$y Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Don Cannon & 
  Chuck Inglish
  ]
  Couldn't wait for this one
  Fat Raps remix
  Yeah
  Chuck Inglish
  [Verse 1: Chuck Inglish]
  And it's falling off the side like back fat
  Giving girls rides to the crib, not a rat trap
  Cheese, peanut butter freeze raps, I want all these snapped
  And it's back in the day, like a tall-tee tag
  I need that whip clean, G, what's the weather gon' be?
  Drop-top, no drips on this upholstery
  Supposed to be headed downtown, car wash like Bilal
  And my girl drive the Chevy while I break this tree down
  Roll the window back up; good, turn it back up
  Ugh, UGK: "Diamonds & Woods"
  Hold up, yeah, roll up, that's tight, that's right
  You do this right, you might have the time of your life
  [Verse 2: Dom Kennedy & 
  Big Sean
  ]
  Yo, coming from the Westside but my fitted say Sox
  Where you get banged on if you in it or not
  Looking like Caine 'cause I watch 
  Menace
   (A lot)
  And I'm tryna fuck your friend, so is she with it or not? (Ah)
  Shout out to ATL 'cause I'm in Lennox a lot (Uh-huh)
  And I don't like looking, I go in there to cop
  Houston High Rollers, I go in there a lot
  Spending money with the strippers, you go in there to watch (Ugh)
  Blowing on L's (L), smelling like Chanel (Uh-huh)
  You say you the man, but dog, these bitches can't tell (Nah)
  But ladies love Dom 'cause I'm gettin that mail (C'mon)
  To make it out my hood is like to make it out of jail (Yeah)
  Put the tens up and start breaking out the twelves
  Bet I have your girlfriend shaking out her heels (Ugh)
  We shaking all deals (Ugh) and chasing all meals (
  Sean Don, nigga, boi, boi, boi
  )
  I'm popping all over, how you haters all feel, huh? (
  Okay
  ) [Verse 3: Big Sean & 
  Boldy James
  ]
  Smoke good (Smoke good), fuck better (Fuck better)
  Count money (Count money), what's better? (What's better?)
  These lil' niggas can't hang (Can't hang)
  Big shit popping, bitch, and "Big" my first name, I'm a—
  Westsider ('Sider), Detroit player ('Troit player)
  Fuck around and I might bring back gators (Nigga, what?)
  Every day, I leave the crib with no money (With no money)
  And come back later with that motherfucking paper
  Finally Famous Over Errythang—that's just how I feel, bitch
  They tryna stop my shine, they yellin hit the kill switch
  Wrong nigga to deal with 'less you doing a deal with (Boi)
  Grind hard (Hard), that's how I was built, bitch
  Whoa there (Whoa there), whoa there (Whoa there), I'm who everybody know here
  I come through in the club and get more money than promoters ('Moter)
  Oh, that's your girl? (That's your girl?) I see her at my show there (Show there)
  I be off in the hood—I bet you don't ever go there
  Ayy, so slow there, boy, don't go there, boy
  It's people you dont know there, boy
  Young nigga that's addicted to the Polaroids (Flash)
  And I gave these niggas more lines than corduroy
  And my bitches be gorgeous, boy
  Showtime I hope you recording, boy, I'm out here (
  A lot
  )
  [Verse 4: Boldy James & 
  Asher Roth
  ]
  Let's re-up half of a brick and bring it back to the kitchen
  See the crack as it's fizzing, then bring it back when it's finished
  Jimbo put that on a dish and chisel it, bag it, and sell it
  Then Boldy factor the digits to know the cash that I'm flipping
  Six gon' get stashed in the ceiling, six O's in traffic
  I'm pitching this o; that one get split and get broke to halves
  And then, this one his O, and that one is his, and this O, I'm bagging
  And this one—this O the last one: Boldy a crack-a-matician (Concrete)
  Rolling the ave' 'cause I'm getting dough in that slab
  'Cause I'm getting over, they mad
  I just grin and ball with my mag on my britches
  Know I'll blast if you tempt him, bro, you will crash in your whip
  With holes in your plaid 'cause you hit, going as fast as your engine
  Go when you smash in the strip, smoking a bag with your bitch
  Then, choking, gasping for breath, holding, grabbing your chest
  From Boldy magging that tech, unload it faster than Vick's
  It's Concrete, the school crafted the sick, bones and bricks (
  Yeah, yo
  ) [Verse 5: Asher Roth]
  I be frustrated with the way that shit's been aging
  And I'm about to take a break and get away on a vacation, like
  Maybe Malaysia to escape through meditation
  I'll just eat, pray, and wait for my day of revelation, or I'll—
  Take peyote, roam the rivers of Nairobi
  Change my name to "Navajo" and live alone and only grow weed
  'Cause this Naomi-flowing show gets pretty lonely
  Don't nobody ever know you, everybody call you homie, ugh
  Mo-ney, mo-ney, they'll be sure to treat you phony
  As soon as you hit your low, they won't be picking up the phone, see
  I move with calm to show these fools that I am home
  And when I'm on the microphone, all you wannabes can blow me, so
  Take this boner to the dome, you little Bo Peeps
  That may be inapprop-y but I'm certain-a-ly no sheep, see
  I only lead in this game of entertainment
  Roth and Big Sean, we on, 
  Finally Famous
  [Verse 6: King Chip]
  Yeah, now roll ten of 'em up
  Fuck the rules, we Auntie Anne's pretzel-bending 'em up
  Don't give a fuck, word to your daddy leather sandals
  Either pay the light bill or light up them candles
  Regular White Owl cigarillo, no flavors
  Break that bitch down and peel off the first layer
  Smooth, like a baby's ass, Mercedes pass
  The ladies ask, "Can they be next?" 'cause I'm kicking their favorite raps
  Life is playing 
  2K
   and kicking raps all day by the lake
  Smoking tree 'til I collapse in broad-day
  I'm surfing, radical, gnarly, far out
  My stoner chicks gather 'round soon as I break the jar out
  Ayy, baby girl, pass the blizz-ard
  Your woman chose me, so I had to jizz her
  Don't be sleeping or taking no cat naps
  We leaders of the new school with these fat raps, nigga