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Intro Video (MV)




Performed By: CatoBandz
Language: English
Length: 2:28
Written by: lajuan cline, sirronta cato




CatoBandz - Intro Lyrics
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Been had a check lil nigga you just new to this
Been eating ruth chris im plugged with the stewardess
That mean i take trips and vacation real fluent
You can kick rocks if you aint f*cking with the movement
My old bitch yo new bitch you stupid i do's this
Nothing but the loudest smoke everything accounted for
Set they ass up watch you fall like a dominoe
And i keep that calico tear a new asshole
What you niggas mad for cause i bag hoe
And i gotta bad hoe i dont mean to brag tho
And im sticked up white buffs act a asshole
Hanging out the whip on tip out the side doe
Jeans cost a old school my wrist cost a condo
And i keep that f*cking nine on me like rondo
Got good aim i can shoot this bitch blindfolded
And i know some niggas that'll ride on yo moms bro
Run a train on her hit a stain set you up too
Finish you off and her now im up two
Sick i done came flexed up money out the roof
F*ck around spend about a band on some tennis shoes
Only belaire big bottles its a ritual
Backwoods for rb stout to be original
Might pop a bar for king day yea i miss him too
In this game i lost a few release my pain in the booth
Watch me go off like a muthaf*cking faucet
Twenty twelve malibu f*ck it double park it
I dont give a f*ck bitch its mine and i bought it
Seven twelves give em hell got them bitches goin retarded
When i pull up on her know she getting in it
Boss yo life up yea she f*cking with them winners
They was sleeping on me woke em u like thriller
They know im bout my chicken dinner mrs winner
Glock on me betta fall back put you down deep like quick sand
Ice on me that neck and wrist they calling me the slick man
Yo bitch she is a big fan no limp but im the stickman
Stay u on that snoop shit that pimp shit that back hand
They hiding they tryed to sabotage the biggest
Im tired family dies with the buisness
No ties we sliding down leave no witness
Im dripping you niggas dry like popeyes
Hating aint gone get you nowhere but where you at and thats game over
Showed yo bitch a lil cash she aint get none still came over
R I P my nigga dean when i catch them niggas its game over
Big dicks no porno scene i dont end the clip until i came on her
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Been had a check lil nigga you just new to this
Been eating ruth chris im plugged with the stewardess
That mean i take trips and vacation real fluent
You can kick rocks if you aint f*cking with the movement
My old bitch yo new bitch you stupid i do's this
Nothing but the loudest smoke everything accounted for
Set they ass up watch you fall like a dominoe
And i keep that calico tear a new asshole
What you niggas mad for cause i bag hoe
And i gotta bad hoe i dont mean to brag tho
And im sticked up white buffs act a asshole
Hanging out the whip on tip out the side doe
Jeans cost a old school my wrist cost a condo
And i keep that f*cking nine on me like rondo
Got good aim i can shoot this bitch blindfolded
And i know some niggas that'll ride on yo moms bro
Run a train on her hit a stain set you up too
Finish you off and her now im up two
Sick i done came flexed up money out the roof
F*ck around spend about a band on some tennis shoes
Only belaire big bottles its a ritual
Backwoods for rb stout to be original
Might pop a bar for king day yea i miss him too
In this game i lost a few release my pain in the booth
Watch me go off like a muthaf*cking faucet
Twenty twelve malibu f*ck it double park it
I dont give a f*ck bitch its mine and i bought it
Seven twelves give em hell got them bitches goin retarded
When i pull up on her know she getting in it
Boss yo life up yea she f*cking with them winners
They was sleeping on me woke em u like thriller
They know im bout my chicken dinner mrs winner
Glock on me betta fall back put you down deep like quick sand
Ice on me that neck and wrist they calling me the slick man
Yo bitch she is a big fan no limp but im the stickman
Stay u on that snoop shit that pimp shit that back hand
They hiding they tryed to sabotage the biggest
Im tired family dies with the buisness
No ties we sliding down leave no witness
Im dripping you niggas dry like popeyes
Hating aint gone get you nowhere but where you at and thats game over
Showed yo bitch a lil cash she aint get none still came over
R I P my nigga dean when i catch them niggas its game over
Big dicks no porno scene i dont end the clip until i came on her
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Writer: lajuan cline, sirronta cato
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