Lyrics

A BOLD CAT

She a whore
she Irish how she bag pipe
A bold cat

Cause I know I’m on my last life

I’m not the type chase pussy
get my bag right

Yall only in it for the fast life


They couldn’t open the door
im bout to blow it up
He thought his music was the shit until I showed heem up
The west coast been that yall ain’t the only ones
Yall niggas tuff but ain’t them holy ones
Shit gets grimy on the west side
But we keep the party jumpin
it’s the best side
And we keep the music thumpin
It’s the west side
Fuck wit jb and baby you’ll have the best time
Even though shit do get grimy on the west side
We gon keep the party jumpin it’s the best side
And we keep the music thumpin
It’s the west side
And we keep the music thumpin it’s the west side


She a whore that bitch Irish how she bag pipe

Gettin money like I’m pierce

Fading generals like price

A bold cat because I know im on my last life

I make her move without asking shit I’m that nice

I got the whole club dancing baby that’s right

I hit the center of the stage I’m seein flashlights

Shit kinda iffy cause what happened in my past life

If u don’t move I gotta move you I can’t ask twice

U tryna hit that rode to glory for euphoria

Underdog shootin light out Robert horry em

Watch what we start bitch I’m bout to Berry gordy em

Let’s take a flight to where they playin them accordions

tryna make a play im having money conversations

My brodie in the uk yellin asalamalaikam

Bars is hitting way harder than a napalm

John travolted this nigga and took his face off

Came along way from sippin 20 dollar gin

I gotta get up off my ass forgive me for my sins

If I lose sight of this path
Might not find life again

I’m sorry momma I can’t be just like them righteous men

I barley sleep when I wake up I gotta fight again

When they had let me in
they let the fuckin piper in

I got the brothers and the sisters dancing To my shit

Words scrambled in club still asking who is this

Singing to my women in her ear like jadakiss

This nigga shootin from all angles who can make him miss

Tryna do me hella dirty and then came and make amends

Like you ain’t think that I could see right through your shit again

Bitch I’ll never give it in

In the a booth another hit

But you gone let me talk my shit

I don’t gotta say a word you see im walking in this bitch

I been through way to much to just go give in and quit


She a whore that bitch Irish how she bag pipe

A bold cat

Cause I know I’m on my last life

I’m not the type chase pussy
get my bag right

Yall only in it for the fast life


They couldn’t open the door
im bout to blow it up
He thought his music was the shit until I showed heem up
The west coast been that yall ain’t the only ones
Yall niggas tuff but ain’t them holy ones
Shit get grimy on the west side
We gon keep the party jumpin
it’s the best side
And we keep the music thumpin
It’s the west side