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rba - the cat with no hat (fmh) lyrics

your hair line receding
you should already know the meaning
you think i’m kidding i am not kidding
we held a meeting
we want you dead
we do not want you living
dont wanna see no pity
(lesgo)

f+ck matt hartigan that kids g+y
from socal hes b+tch made
claims simi that sh+ts fake
fake like ass on kim k
i dont care what that b+tch say
i walk around like a pimp aye
he walk around like shrimp (aye aye)

your washed up like the ocean shore
after this its f+cking war
call my phone hit ignore
you flex getting sucked up, but don’t forget it was a fat wh0re
disease free are f+cking sure
see a doctor bout those mouth sores
come for your neck with my f+cking sword
k!ll your ass no life support
and if you do, pull the f+cking cord cause ima make sure that u see the lord
put an end to you like my only chore
bullsh+t outfit is what you wore
copped some tape from the c store so i don’t gotta hear ur mouth no more (aye)

lowkey this sh+ts hot
matter fact your bars not
take a trip to the oc cause
believe it or not ur moms hot
gimme a chance i won’t stop
she ride like a 10 speed when that b+tch climb and ride on top
titty milk a sleeze chop
i count green but not pot
go to store cop what i want
your g+y ass prolly cop a crop (aye)

rba (rba)
that’s the gang (that’s the gang)
percocet (percocet)
is what i slang (is what i slang)
mr cat (mr cat)
he gon hang (he gon hang)
stick to cats head (stick to cats head)
it gon bang (it gon bang)

time to put (time to put)
this cat to bed (this cat to bed)
something wrong (something wrong)
wrong w this cats head (wrong w this cats head)
money come in (money come in)
stack the bread (stack the bread)
1 verse in (1 verse in)
he bouta drop dead (he bouta drop dead)

beat to sh+t, throwing p+ss
shot your shot with my sister, it was a miss
rba never miss
darcy hartigan who we kiss

rba cooking (rba cooking)
yeah we shaking
yeah we shaking
yeah, yeah we shaking
you’re dignity, that’s what we takin
that’s what we takin
that’s what we takin
we run these tracks
we run these tracks
yeah we jamacin
yeah we jamacin
yeah we jamacin
matt hartigan pig (pig pig pig pig)
muhf+cka some bacon
(aye aye aye)

he think he the cat
til we pull up with choppas and knock off his hat
always saying he p+ssed off
well i know he gon feel that cuz this boy gon snap like a twix bar
rba in this sh+t we go dumb hard
hartigan muhf+cka a r+t+rd
hear my voice then the cat start to breath hard
family mourning his death send my regards
woo!
my boys drippin chanel and gucci
harti dress like a muf+ckin coochie
got my fist in his ass like a puppet
see the cat ar singing like trumpet
rainin bottles keep comin and comin
the cat see my face he start runnin and runnin
make that muhf+cka cry like an onion
play with the goats u get rammed
you say yee one more time then yo ass gettin fanned
bryce and rayyyy we keep stackin them bands
martin p+ssy yea he look like a trans
rbaaa we put on for the fans
martin g+yyy he can’t get in no clam
if u playy then this choppa go bam
after this dayyy he won’t be seen again
2020 in atlanta we runnin it
hope u not laughin cuz this ain’t no funny sh+t
levels above u like bart at a party
rest in peace to that muhf+cka harty
rest in peace to that muhf+cka harty
levels above u like bart at a party

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