Letras Big Cat (Laflare) - Gucci Mane

Big Cat (Laflare)

Laborginis Ferraris & Bentleys we boats and jetskis Cristal Don-P tha kush\nThe P. T. Two facts about me bitch ask about me big cats around me big stacks\nRound big gats round me tha thrax round me purple packs around me no sacks\nRound me I smoke like marley I niggaz ride harleys I hurt ya daughter feelings\nMrs. Jackson I’m sorry I’m pimpin like goldie and ballin like koby these haters\nGet found thrown in the oppanoke yo bich she choose me you mad she choose me\nI’m glad she choose me she gave me her room key the time on White St.\nThe time in D. C gucci tha ol' G they put me on T. V. I’m gutta like B. G.\nI’m reppin the B. C. The jealous ones envy 'cause it’s somethin against me You fuck with me you fuck with them you fuck with them you stuck with me big\ncat laflare\nWe don’t fight fair big cat laflare na we don’t fight fiar\nGot major flavor got major label got major niggaz 'cause we got major paper\nball hard\nLike we major league baseball players who is Sherley Franklin 'cause Gucci Mane\nthe mayor\nI run the city I am the city Bad Boy but I never did sign with Diddy I bake the\ncake\nI make the cake 36 what I cop like jacob plat my team the champs yo team the\nchumps\nMy squads the spurs hell yo suads the pumps unload the pump unload the pump\nexplode\nThe pump then reload the pump don’t move the trunkl you fit in the trunk you\nset in tha\nTrunk til ya body stank like a shunk the city of thieves drug dealers and G’s\nmy niggaz\nGamble all my niggaz smoke weed\nMy money got a mouth so I let it talk for me half a mill worth of ice what it bought\nFor me I’m on tha bubble kush man that’s a rich high I order Cris by the case\nI’m a rich guy I’m 25 but I ride like I’m 67 'cause when I ride man I ride\nWith the mac 11 a quater pound worth of purple thrax to smoke on so iced out\nI think I need my coat on the young nigga with the shades and the gold fronts\nWhy you stunt so hard you only live once I’m in the club real high and I’m real\ndrunk\nI’m on my third bar and I’m on my eight blunt I’m leavin with your girl with\nthe pump\nRight in the front with them 28's call Roy Dunes I’m from East Atlanta boy this\nis How it’s done we rock them old school verses with the Georgia sun