Dj Flippp - Rat Race

Bag chasin sometime feel like a rat race
All these rats in my face dodgin new cases
StacN blues to the ceilin gotta new patience
Man that pussy so good I got a new baby

Wen u look in my eyes don’t blink
common sense but sumtimes I can’t think
I made 6 and blew it all last week
Yea I’m the Goat, But I hate countin sheep
If I don’t smoke then u kno I can’t sleep
Don’t choke on gas, so u kno I big Chief
They cuttin coke so u know they shit weak
All this cheese got me feelin like Steve
Gettin bread in the streets where I be….
10 bands blew it all on the steeze…
My drip water jus call me mr freeze…
fuc’er good she wet the bed like she pee’d…
Dark nights wit the glic like I’m Robbin
You see the wings on my jeans got me flyin
Ask yo bitch, I’m the man, Aint no lyin
a good year on the road, and I ain’t tire
Heavy weight across state I’m flexin
All these haters talkin, pockets anorexic
Bitch I’m eatin, I do it big like Texas
But I’m from Compton I stay reppin my section
Whole gang pull up off that err
These Gucci shades got me feelin like a nerd
I’m gettin paper boy, u niggas all erns
In Atlanta fuccin bitches wit curves
Come here baby u know u lookin kinda sexy
Ride this dic let me see u move yo left cheek
Rite cheek, beat it up throw it back please
All this paper got her runnin like a trac meet

Bag chasin sometime feel like a rat race
All these rats in my face dodgin new cases
StacN blues to the ceilin gotta new patience
Man that pussy so good I got a new baby
Bag chasin sometime feel like a rat race
All these rats in my face dodgin new cases
StacN blues to the ceilin gotta new patience
Man that pussy so good I got a new baby

Written by:
STEPHEN REDD JR

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