Chief Wigs Lunar C - Cat Mafia | Текст песни

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• Chief Wigs Lunar C
• Cat Mafia

Yo, Gangsta cat, black panther hat
The Slick Rick swag with the panda patch
I conjure up kipper, fish finger dinner
Gorilla Skrilla Vanilla ??? for realer
The paw to the street floor
Sushi sea shells seized from sea shore
Claws on keyboards, with the swarms of crickets
Maul my whiskers, you'll fall asleep with the fishes
Throw a dog frisbees, throw a dog biccies
Throw a dog a bone then ho out his bitches
You're domestic and soft, I though a saw a pussycat
But you smell like wet dog
I'm the shit round here, whilst the cat's away
Headphones, feather bones keep the mice play at bay
Lick the milk from the plate then spill silk on her face
Ball of string, little lace, rebuild if it breaks

[Hook: Chief Wigs & Lunar C]
Cat Mafia, Siamese Sopranos
Shipping catnip in cargo, going where I go
Flatpack packages with barcodes
I'm a big cat, you kittens are half grown
And I'm a ferrel lion on the loose
I'm a tiger in some boots, with a diamond in my tooth
Puss in Boots guy, bulletproof type
Cat Mafia, WY

[Verse 2: Lunar C]
Cat in Boots, Catnip in a passionfruit
Blunt wrapper who, slap a pooch
Smack a Chihuahua black and blue
Going beast mode I'll boot out a Staffy's tooth
Think you've got me bruv? Feline with a donkey shlong
Siamese on some tiger steez, I could take a rottie on
Top cat with a diamond encrusted collar on
Feather floating in your birdcage, where's Polly gone?
And I like human pussy, I'm not into strays
I live with a middle aged Woman who fills my dinner plate
And cleans up every shit I take, in my litter tray
MEOW! Mice hoping we don't catch them in their sleep
High rolling we've been maxing on the beach
Relaxing in the heat, pile that cash up in a heap
Cat Mafia, you rats have gotta leave
Yeah I guess you could say we landed on our feet

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