Gucci Mane Big Cat (Laflare) Lyrics:
[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 cuz it's somethin against me [Chorus x2]
You fuck with me you fuck with them you fuck 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
cuz we got major paper ball hard like we major
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league baseball players who is Sherley Franklin
cuz 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 cuz 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]
Lyrics: Big Cat (Laflare), Gucci Mane [end]