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yung cru$ade - fat lyrics

oc da fat cat
verse 1:
dash, dash, motherf+cking fast!
run motherf+cker before i have a blast
oh do you lack?
big o want cash
don’t give a f+ck if you think i am mad
what’s all this jazz (blast)
unloading gats, fast
don’t need the sass (blast)
i just want racks, brat, yuh grrrat
i am the motherf+cking fat cat
that came up on attack on the last track
the trap king, the hat trick, and i blast rats
not so fast, just ask ‘fore you pass lad
mad mass, issa big goon that’s a tad chad
not too sad, since the last bag of loud fat
bust a bag, nugs smash, take a fat drag
mad whack, motherf+cker use a bat bash, at last

hook: x2
big o got fat racks, that’s the dough
big o got fat bags, that’s an o
big o on attack, giving smoke
big o the fat cat, it’s the o
verse 2:
started out on a half ounce
and that ran out
move on to my last round
it’s a full pound
got that sh+t now, to knock your ass down
thousands been asking ’round town
where’s the weed now?
big o ain’t f+cking around
let me tell all of you how
how big o been downing these clowns
guess who the f+ck laughing now
big o is not, f+cking with ops
all of you b+tches won’t come out on top
big o got bops, shooting up wasps
tricking the cops and i’m tooling up glocks
wubadaga, coup of da gras
end of the sun, but my sh+t won’t be stopped
schooling on fed watch and breaking some locks
tools of a god, i won’t let up on ops
on top

hook:
big o got fat racks, that’s the dough
big o got fat bags, that’s an o
big o on attack, giving smoke
big o the fat cat, it’s the o
verse 3:
grab the booze, i will light the fuse
molotov’s just to prove, that i’m f+cking cool
big o well to do, it’s that f+cking goon
no doubt i’m the new, but i got my f+cking crew
who knew?
took a huge hit from the dab pen
madmen when we pull up booling imma dab ben
tag a couple friends to ball up like madden
bags upon bags, mad cash, never saddened
tragic, b+tches feeling spastic
funny motherf+ckers talking all about it they last hit
this hits mine, motherf+cker i’m a blast it and
chill it’s motherf+cking 4:20
pull up in the ghetto while i’m swerving bugatti
you can bet big o got a f+cking piece on me
and when my jet go you can start all the running
and when i catch up, you can see some sh+t flying
and i won’t let up, when i see it’s your body
i’ll just speed up and i’ll let a b+tch top me
while i pull up in the lobby with a glock and army
issa motherf+cking party, not sorry

- yung cruade lyrics

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