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Thunda Cats

Zelooperz

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[Intro: ZelooperZ] I'm 'bout to shit on all y'all niggas, bitch! [Verse 1: ZelooperZ] You cuffin' that ho, please-ah release her Three hun' for feature, me, I don't need her But it's cheaper to keep her, on my side like beeper Redhead like Reba, Basquiat like Reebok She calls me when she needs cock When she see the cock, she wake up Fucked up her makeup while you callin' her to make up It's Maybelline! Hit that bitch with the shoulder lean Hit that bitch with the catering I'll bring that bitch my ding-a-ling Put that bitch on the EBT, scratch that, no DVD You end up like Eazy-E, my bad, that's not a joke Smokin' on dope, bonfire, gettin' higher, Bon Iver Smacked yo' bitch with my PalmPilot Now you lookin' lost like a fuckin' lighter, bitch! [Hook: ZelooperZ] Y'all done made me unleash the beast I got niggas on the west, I got niggas on the east Know I'm on my rise, like some fuckin' yeast The look in her eyes, she wanna come with me ThunderCat (ho!), ThunderCat (ho-oh-oh!) ThunderCat (ho!), ThunderCat (ho-oh-oh!) ThunderCat, bitch! (ho!), ThunderCat, bitch! (ho-oh-oh!) ThunderCat, bitch! (ho!), that's my ThunderCat bitch! (ho-oh-oh!) [Verse 2: Danny Brown] Boot it up with them moon rocks, sippin' on that 2Pac Thug passion if you askin', got NASA up in my tube sock Make you come out your tube top, money up in my shoebox Bet you change after two shots, box rain like it rain on a homeless block I’m comin' down, I’m comin' down, popped another, now I’m runnin' round Danny Brown and ZelooperZ, tell me what’s fuckin with that now Not a damn thing, not a damn thing, smoke so much, I can’t see Bitch pulled a hamstring tryna pull all on my ding-a-ling Yeah, girl down on the floor, on the floor, shake it slow Girl, you know can’t take no more, got a nigga like me looking red' to go Damn, girl on the floor, on the floor, shake it slow Got her like me, can’t take no more - got her like me, just waiting to go Sippin' margaritas with some divas, ballin' out in two seaters Smoke so much damn reefer, I can't feel my face seats Get you out of your two piece, on the run like good grief Popped a pill, she popped a pill now I'm rubbing all on her buttcheek [Hook]
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