Gucci Mane Big Cat (laflare)
[verse 1:]
Laborginis Ferraris & Bentleys we boats and jetskis
Cristal Don-P tha kush the P.T. two facts about me
bitch ask about me big cats around me big stacks round
big gats round me tha thrax round me purple packs
around me no sacks round me I smoke like marley I
niggaz ride harleys I hurt ya daughter feelings
mrs.jackson I'm sorry I'm pimpin like goldie and ballin
like koby these haters get found thrown in the oppanoke
yo bich she choose me you mad she choose me I'm glad
she choose me she gave me her room key the time on
White St. the time in D.C gucci tha ol' G they put me
on T.V. I'm gutta like B.G. I'm reppin the B.C. the
jealous ones envy 'cause it's somethin against me
[chorus: x2]
You f..ck with me you f..ck with them you f..ck with them
you stuck with me big cat laflare we don't fight fair
big cat laflare na we don't fight fiar
[Verse 2:]
Got major flavor got major label got major niggaz
'cause we got major paper ball hard like we major
league baseball players who is Sherley Franklin 'cause
Gucci Mane the mayor I run the city I am the city Bad
Boy but I never did sign with Diddy I bake the cake I
make the cake 36 what I cop like jacob plat my team the
champs yo team the chumps my squads the spurs hell yo
suads the pumps unload the pump unload the pump explode
the pump then reload the pump don't move the trunkl you
fit in the trunk you set in tha trunk til ya body stank
like a shunk the city of thieves drug dealers and G's
my niggaz gamble all my niggaz smoke weed
[Chorus x2]
[verse 3:]
My money got a mouth so I let it talk for me half a
mill worth of ice what it bought for me I'm on tha
bubble kush man that's a rich high I order Cris by the
case I'm a rich guy I'm 25 but I ride like I'm 67
'cause when I ride man I ride with the mac 11 a quater
pound worth of purple thrax to smoke on so iced out I
think I need my coat on the young nigga with the shades
and the gold fronts why you stunt so hard you only live
once I'm in the club real high and I'm real drunk I'm
on my third bar and I'm on my eight blunt I'm leavin
with your girl with the pump right in the front with
them 28's call Roy Dunes I'm from East Atlanta boy this
is how it's done we rock them old school verses with
the Georgia sun
[Chorus x2]
