mail with log-in attachments To every single person you know. You pass around a link to some dumb thing on You Tube That everybody else already saw 3 years
So what you gonna do when you get outta here cat daddy? I don't know dawg, just trying to live it one day at a time, you know I hear you talking man,
gonna clap up niggas What ya'll want me to do hun? Soften up? So my raps can start to soften up? Shit never that, dog, forever my baretta cat Hittin
ugh [Verse 1: Scarface] I'm too deep to quit, and too strick to fold and you need to split nigga G into code come on, these years to teach, homey speak
: We said the same thing at the same time, I aint knock on wood. Black cat crossed my path, my luck still good. Broke a mirror, I aint get 7 years of
me up, turn me up, you can do it too My nigga you can do it too, you can do it too You can do it too, just tellin' you, ya know? Aiyyo, never in a million years
I stayed out late one night and you moved in I didn't mind 'cause of the state you were in May I remind you that it's been a year since then? Today the
I stayed out late one night and you moved in. I didn't mind 'cause of the state you were in. May I remind you that it's been a year since then? Today
I stayed out late one night and you moved in I didn't mind 'cause of the state you were in May I remind you that it's been a year since then Today
Niggas been hatin' since school, cause Imma fool. Polo down year round with twenties off the ground. I go to clubs, niggas smug but I don't hear the sound
Yo turn the mic up I haven't been in here in 5 years And keep the lights on we got company Ok, I don't think they gon' really understand this one right
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, see, I'm sick of all these No game having, gold chain wearing Last year clothes wearing that keep sweating me They bitch want
the floor you got it And I got it to I wanna dance with you Dance with you You got it Yeah yeah yeah It's da same little cat dat came ta rock ya world
It's like a Freaknik and you got the only rubbers in town I'm like a shoe-in, for the poster boy, the thug of the year GQ style ma', let me put a bug
the five burning while the tires turning I blaze an L and seek a higher learning Kaiser's learnin' everything illegally We could de friend for years,
gettin' swinga Niggaz act funny with cha money Whatcha do? Give 'em the finga I dedicate this to cats want they cheddar to rise Fifty grand too much, okay, seventy five Sauce Money kinda cat
, shit I deal with the L.O.X. Give me the props, I'm tryin' set a mark this year And bring the equipment out to the parks this year So y'all could see