Cats And Dogs

[Intro]

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[Chorus: Kobe]

Not what you feared then bitch

You gon' learn to shut yo' mouth

Cause we gon' eat now, now

Now, now

Fuck yo' feelings bitch

Just gon' huff yo' acid here

And roll this shit 'round

Hold this shit down

Come move them thangs for me babyyyyy

Across town, town

And make sure they touch down

Eeee, ahhh, just make it in town

Then make sure they touch down

Touch down

[The game]

Uh-huh; I need a gangster bitch nigga I ain't lyin

I'm talkin when I fuck she scream, you hear sirens

No domestic violence (violence)

Just domestic dominance

So let me ice you out so when you slidin down the pole

Doin your magic city thing yo' neck and wrist glow

I'm dreamin, she ain't a stripper, she a classy girl

Gon' off that patron, she my nasty girl

First name rachal, last name jones

You related to nas? Girl, queens my second home

You know you, (prince akeem) come with a (semi) we can tear it up

Weekend in cannes, then we (coming to america)

Wear them jimmy chus but she love that gucci

Never been to a-t-l but she love that (gucci) (brrr!)

She taught me how to cook cajun, I taught her how to cook crack

And I chopped it on her back, now tell me where they do that?

[Chorus]

[The game]

I put her on a greyhound, she know she better stay down

Ride or die like my bentley man this bitch'll never break down

She my "bust it baby," you should see her bust a trey pound

Love roc-a-fella so much she won't even call me jay now

She roll my weed man, like she my wingman

Then we get high, play tiger woods on that weed damn

Love is four season, haters 365

In the game cats and dogs, keep your bitch by your side

Got a hardtop lambo' when the rain start to pour

Not the rain outside, talkin the rain indoors

Her girlfriend told her, that I was creepin with a stripper

Told her I was courtside, watchin the whack ass clippers

Bitch please! I'm a laker fan, and kobe that's my nigga

Keep my grass cut so I can see when the snake slither

Shit came out of nowhere like khloe and lamar

Kinda got a nigga thinkin maybe I'm

[Chorus]

[The game]

I let her drive the range on our first date

She the first one to put me on that drake mixtape

"I just wanna be successful baby"

Take you out them hudson jeans and redress you baby

We can walk down rodeo, turn around, you on melrose

Fly to new york in the winter and try on some timbos

Or we can hit south beach, fuck with ross and timbo

The world is cherry pie and we can (slice) it up like (kimbo)

You cook the rock, I break it down, I wrap it up, you weigh them pounds

I make the car, you start the car, we can drive it out of town

I'm your nigga right? And you my bitch (yeah)

Even if they lock me up, she gon' get them brakes there

When we get tired, we hit the truck stop and sit there

And zip my 501's and, she gon' put her lips there

The memoirs of a perfect bitch

You gotta hold them down even if it's

[Chorus]