Danny Brown - Thunda Cats lyrics

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Danny Brown - Thunda Cats lyrics

[Intro: ZelooperZ] I'm 'bout to sh** on all y'all n***as, b**h! [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 co*k When she see the co*k, she wake up f**ed up her makeup while you callin' her to make up It's Maybelline! Hit that b**h with the shoulder lean Hit that b**h with the catering I'll bring that b**h my ding-a-ling Put that b**h 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' b**h with my PalmPilot Now you lookin' lost like a f**in' lighter, b**h! [Hook: ZelooperZ] Y'all done made me unleash the beast I got n***as on the west, I got n***as on the east Know I'm on my rise, like some f**in' yeast The look in her eyes, she wanna come with me ThunderCat (ho!), ThunderCat (ho-oh-oh!) ThunderCat (ho!), ThunderCat (ho-oh-oh!) ThunderCat, b**h! (ho!), ThunderCat, b**h! (ho-oh-oh!) ThunderCat, b**h! (ho!), that's my ThunderCat b**h! (ho-oh-oh!) [Verse 2: Danny Brown] Boot it up with them moon rocks, sippin' on that 2Pac Thug pa**ion 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 f**in with that now Not a damn thing, not a damn thing, smoke so much, I can't see b**h 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 n***a 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 bu*tcheek [Hook]

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