Lyrics:
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
seem so wrong now it's killing me.
Little Willie can't wait
Little Willie can't wait
Give that man a big fat cigar
to turn on the intern.
fuckin' plastic, I'm on the floor, an I can't stop throwin' up,
Devastatin', grippin' the toilet, regergutatin',
Like a fat ass rat,
On a big ass
the most delicious thang on the planet like parfaits
Fat pussy energy
So save that talk back
For your wifey at home with the wack cat
Bragging on the
Pussy
in the mall blew a hemi
Heard ya hoe work the block like Jenny
Choking the money I need blue face benjis
Boy I got rackies on rackies on top of each
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
booty, ooh wee, got a **** glancin' every time that **** react
I tawt I taw a puddy cat, gimme, gimme, gimme that
Fat cat, don't act on a pimp
You got me
the wives is widows soaking up pillows, weeping like willows
Still mo' blacks is dying, kids ain't living they trying
"How to Make a Slave" by Willie Lynch
stank
Grind out of town, got a stash by the gas tank
Big Cat, fronted a hundred, I bought a hundred
Now I got a lot of money, known for doin a lot
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
That's the way to go
Tell her booey-ooey got a nigga glancin'
Every time that ass react
I thought I saw a puddy cat
Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie that fat cat
That's the way to go
Tell her booey-ooey got a nigga glancin'
Every time that ass react
I thought I saw a puddy cat
Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie that fat cat
play with the big boys, toys bringin that weak shit
Before the battle I hit em off with fat, ladies latest release on cassette
They were done
That's the way to go
Tell her booey-ooey got a nigga glancin'
Every time that ass react
I thought I saw a puddy cat
Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie that fat cat
that's what I'm bout to do
Before I hit the bank yea I might count a couple blues
I just seen yo closet why the hell is y'all wearing trues
Just paid 40
the speed of sound
Ooh, it's a killing machine
It's got everything
Like a driving power
Big fat tyres and everything
I love it and I need it, I feed
to the day that I'm deceased
Even then I pray I'm living through these beats
Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks
Burning Amsterdam green where it falls like
That's the way to go
Tell her booey-ooey got a nigga glancin'
Every time that ass react
I thought I saw a puddy cat
Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie that fat cat
That's the way to go
Tell her booey-ooey got a nigga glancin'
Every time that ass react
I thought I saw a puddy cat
Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie that fat cat
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
and tell him move something, huh, yeah
I come thru with benji blue, you want some jimmy choo
Need a 2 door by tomorrow thinking bentley coupe
Im wearing
252 lil nigga, ima country boy
Dripping day by day, Ima stunna boy
Eating cabbage rice and some neck Bone boy
Need my money green, I need blues Boy
Stop
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
step up in this motherfucker chest up
Only hot boy left up in this mother
Other niggas slept up but I kept up
Niggas stepped down but I stepped up
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