Zaytoven - Big Cat (Laflare) lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah Gucci Mane in the building Big Cat Records, Laflare Entertainment (Big Cat, wha**up?) Yeah, I'ma k** 'em with this one Ahhh~! {*echoes*} East Atlanta stand up (East Atlanta stand UP!) [Gucci Mane] Lamborghinis, Ferraris and Bentleys, big boats and jetskis Cristal and Dom P', the kush, the PT Two facts about me, b**h ask about me Big Cat's around me, keep stacks around Baguettes around me, the thrax around me Purple packs around me, no sacks around me I smoke like Marley, my n***as ride Harleys I hurt ya daughter feelings Miss Jackson I'm sorry I'm pimpin like Goldie, and ballin like Kobe These haters get found floatin in the ocean for no fee Your b**h she choose me, you mad she choose me I'm glad she chose me, she gave me her do' key Did time on White Street, did time in D.C Gucci the O.G., they put me on TV I'm gutter like B.G., I'm reppin the B.C The jealous ones envy, got somethin against me [Chorus: repeat 2X] You f** with him, you f** with me You f** with them, you stuck with me Big Cat, Laflare, we don't fight fair Big Cat, Laflare nah we don't fight fair [Gucci Mane] Got major flavor, no major label We major n***as cause we got major paper Ball hard like we Major League Baseball players Who is Shirley Franklin cause Gucci Mane's the mayor I run the city uhh, I am the city Bad Boy but I never did sign with Diddy I bake the cake, I make the cake Thirty-six what I cop like Jacob plate My team the champs, yo' team the chumps My squads the Spurs hell your squad the punks I load the pump, unload the pump Explode the pump then reload the pump Big wheel in the trunk, you fit in the trunk You sit in the trunk 'til you stank like a skunk The city of thieves, drug dealers and G's My n***as they gamble, all my n***as smoke weed [Chorus] [Gucci Mane] My money got a mouth so I let it talk for me Half a mill' worth of ice what it bought for me I'm on that bubble kush man that's a rich high I order Crist' by the case, I'm a rich guy I'm 25 but I ride like I'm 67 Plus when I ride man I ride with a Mac-11 A quarter pound worth of purple thrax to smoke on So iced out man I think I need my coat on The young n***a with the shades and the gold fronts Why you stunt so hard? You only live once I'm in the club real high and I'm real drunk I'm on my third bar tonight and I'm on my eighth blunt I'm leavin with your girl plus I'm parked right in the front Ride on them 28's but we call 'em Warrick Dunns I'm from East Atlanta man this is how it's done We rock them old school verse under the Georgia sun [Chorus]