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 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 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 thats
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]

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