Where would i be without my dogs
Like a cat without claws,
So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap
Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that
So i gotta spit to this
The game is electronic cat piss
Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad
Is this because you you shagged ya cat
All these little dreams you got, they're not shit
I attract these pussy's like cat nip,
Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics
Im still the youngest cat spitting off some tickets
Well now i'm the top cat
Can't win with a passive attack
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