Lyrics:
Baby, I gotta get you up out of
Your clothes, your clothes
It's somethin' about the way you move
I just can't let it go, let it go
Baby, you've got
Like it just started yesterday
People eye know they've been strugglin'
At least it seems that way
Fat cats on Wall Street
They got a bailout
While
feelin' the vibe, her body and soul
I heard you stay in a metropolitan home
Well let's kill all the pollyin'
I offer you a Cosmopolitan
Let's jet out
snitches
We keep on coming while we running for yo views
Steady gunning while we put it on youtube you know the rules
John Finlay go let yo homies know you
It's that time of year again
Y'all gon' be like, "Why this nigga startin' off like that?"
Disrespectful
Rap Up 2019
(Great John on the beat, by
out, like fucking
So, like, this clown started covering us in silly string
And we were all like, writhing around on the floor, at least I thought we were
gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it
I can tell another bout real grits getters
Gettin grits y'all (Say what?) Bust it, let a
Brother tell another
hands high
[Redman]
Yo.. yo yo
I don't brownnose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe,
fuck with her (woo)
Spot jumpin', now you know that it's here (let's go)
Soft skin like it's out a bikini
Took a rose right out a martini
One balloon
When you seen what I seen make it hard to comply
Eviction rate high but we still out eating Thai
Told bro we gon make it so he stuck by my side
Waking
Its J10 ya dig
Straight out the cut
Fucking that bitch and she eating my nut
You running your mouth I'm keeping it shut
You is a cat and I am a mutt
right there by your phone
Never switching up
I was on my last you told my Jaywall you can't give it up
I was on my last you told me Jaywall you can't
basket. And
finally Oliver St John-Mollusc (G.C.), Harrow and the Guards, thought
by many to be this year's outstanding twit. Now they're moving up
Yo-yo, yo-yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo, yo-yo-yo
Check my style out (out)
Life situations are the ones I speak about (what?)
It seems cats nowadays be gettin'
the undisputed
Counting traps
Taking trip out the Cadillac
Smokin' quan-quan
Triple wild chicks in the Montreal
Crack the mini bar
What the hell?
Grab
you up and spit you out
But not before I let you soak in
(I dropped a tab on the weekend)
I wanna blot you out
Dip you in a cigarette and
Roll you up
signs full of bullet holes
Back then when he was raising hell
You knew he was coming by the blue lights on this tail...look out
Go tell the sheriff,
dropping a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get Madden
"Shady, what up?" What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my
dropping a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get Madden
"Shady, what up?" What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my
the face, my house was overcrowded
You fake cats done heard it first
On how I shitted on your turf that time
Cuban Link verse yo
Check out the rap
the face, my house was overcrowded
You fake cats done heard it first
On how I shitted on your turf that time
Cuban Link verse yo
Check out the rap
Yeah, please Don't Be Alarmed
By The Far Footsteps You Hear
Coming Up From The Rear
It's Only A One Man Army
Carter, Me, That's Who
Eh, John Just Let
Whenever you get in a fix you reach inside
Your bag of tricks and trick
Trick Bag, Tricks are for kids
Trick-Trick Bag, Cat Daddy
Trick-Trick Bag, let
God in their lives
Cats is thrivin' to get rich
The entertainment industry is a quick fix
And I ain't sayin' there's somethin'
Wrong with aspirations
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