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seventhirtyatmorning - piss cat lyrics

[intro]
i don’t feel anything
hol’ up
woah, slatt, huh

[chorus]
uh, i ride in that big body (yeah)
i ride in that big muh’ f+cka’ (yeah)
i like how much she pop it, yeah (yeah)
i don’t like you gone too much (b+tch, woah)
i reach in my bag full of stuff (woah)
i pull out a blunt and a gun (b+tch, woah)
just pocketed the jam, it won’t bust
this sh+t on the hill collecting dust
in a black truck with my n+ggas and we beamed up
beamed up, gl!ck could pack a punch
n+ggas say you see, yeah
yeah, that ho’ l!cking me, yeah
bullets stoppin’ a bus
ecstasy in my blunt, b+tch, i’m geeked like runner
my process, i trust
but yours, process sucks

[verse]
yeah, yeah, hol’ up (yeah)
what they tell you ‘bout me?
n+ggas is b+tches, they so doubting (yeah)
thought you asked how this sh+t sounding? (ah+yeah)
you wanna see mе walk home, i’m still counting (huh)
all these othеr dread n+ggas ‘round me (yeah)
finna go up, yeah, i’m bound to (hol’ up)
p+ss in the p+ssies, n+ggas always clowning
when i check stats, i’m filling my mom with diamonds (woah, slatt)
i’m filling my [?] with diamonds (woah, slatt)
i’m filling my ho’ with diamonds (wet)
this sh+t gon’ have perfect timing (no cap)
i gotta get rich, i’m inclined to (i get)
you walk around me acting nervous (ooh)
you best believe that i’ma slime you (slime, slime)
might deal with these p+ssy hoe’s service (woah, woah)
i declined you, i don’t got service (nah)
to the bullsh+t, yeah, i’m allergic
b+tch, i’m calling these shots, i’m asserted
i got thots, i don’t know how to word ‘em
i don’t know how to say it so you understand (rep)
rp gang, that’s the brand (yeah)
rp gang, that’s the clan
[chorus]
uh, i ride in that big body (yeah)
i ride in that big muh’ f+cka’ (yeah)
i like how much she pop it, yeah (yeah)
i don’t like you gone too much (b+tch, woah)
i reach in my bag full of stuff (woah)
i pull out a blunt and a gun (b+tch, woah)
just pocketed the jam, it won’t bust
this sh+t on the hill collecting dust
in a black truck with my n+ggas and we beamed up
beamed up, gl!ck could pack a punch
n+ggas say you see, yeah
yeah, that ho’ l!cking me, yeah
bullets stoppin’ a bus
ecstasy in my blunt, b+tch, i’m geeked like runner
my process, i trust
but yours, process sucks

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