Lyrics:
follow that feeling and reach out to the cat, and your hand dips into the softness of a fluffy tail, and the cat takes you up for a walk among the stars,
hands if you Thugged Out!
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!
I can be a villain if ya.... let me! (Thugged Out!!)
First nigga act up,
You in your Bag
Go and get your bag let's
I'm in the bag Go get it
I get the bag. Yea all about the bag
I hate funny cats that flash doe to get
Cause I'm The King Of The Throne
I was born For this shit like my name john snow
N****s tryna knock me off but I just Stay in my zone
I'm grinding by
CatTalk blunt look like a Louis Slugger but I don't play baseball
John Travolta when I see the opp cause we gon' face off
Keep a .223 right by my hip
me
Put A Hit on a bitch boy john gotti with the whacking
Call me the mailman take a bowl clear it out and then repack it
Power up like senzu bean, I'm
You wanna hate me and
Not let me be me
I'm a lethal breed you Never wanna mess with so Don't test me before shit Gets messy
You wanna hate me
fuck today like John Wall, I'm in the paint
Don't sip green, that shit waste, I slut em out, don't come to play
Hit it from the back, hit it from
the middle at the top by the gate
On the grass with the crass Volkswagen estate
Whose is it? Mine! You're kidding, it's great! (Jesus)
I just love the way
verse]
No parking by the sewer sign
Hotdog my razor broke
Water dripping up the spout
But (hey) I don't care - let it all hang out
Hanging from
will see results in just a week
With the soul of a LOST HAWK
Is there a heaven for a Rap Cat, let's talk
Because it's hell for a Rap Cat, let's walk
live on Social
Media in the little car, ridin' out in my Little car, got me dancin' in my little car
Having fun in my little car, even by Myself in my
Cats are dying by their lonesome hits are planned out but boys will rap about it boasting
Let's keep it real ain't nothing real about dissing dead my
in they army jacket linings
Yo this goes out to my cats in Coney Isle
Friday night out in front The Himalaya goin wild
This goes out to Crown Heights
choke on green
I beg you come let's make a movie, my cut's by cleo With a foreign out of Florence, make her hit high knees
Yes
Do that dance that you
petty hustlers out there
How to have it yo' way (okay); Get Dough Or Die (yeah) floss at all cost (yeah)
Cash out, mash out, brought to you by, Grand
surrounded and they crushed him like a straw
John Doe went out like that
No, no, no
He heard them coming but he didn't get to flee
Wanted by the cops was
I blacked out and by the time I came to, they were gone
But somehow I sat and shook my head, and then I carried on
And I still completed 3 weeks
then searching out for the ghost
Crazy that, see the cat, gettin' back, for the snack With a jetpack, in a Bat-pack, full of KitKat, gettin' wack,
inspire by acting out
Boy that's profound, it's all action now
No time to be backing out
Got to track the sound, Sniff and scratch it out
Like a young black
he was in the waters
Baptized he was in the River
By the hand of John the Baptist
Christened was in the Jordan
He came straight up out
slide right by
I let it roll (ooh, yeah)
I let it ride
When I'm spinnin' out and don't know where to go
I let it roll
When your body can't catch
"Yo, is this your cat?" "Awww, yes! Where'd you find him at?"
"He was stuck in a tree up by uptown Manhattan"
"Well, how the hell did you save him? Are
left)
March ladies
(Right, right, right, left, right)
March ladies
I'm so glad that French helped us out
Now you're free to walk around and let
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