Dolly And The Rat Trap Lyrics - Singles - Ultramagnetic Mc's

Yo, I met this fine motherfuckin' bitch last night man 

Pussy taste like strawberries man 

I was up in the crib chillin' and spendin' much cash 

Yo, I hear you man 

Them big shot bitches be perpetrating 

And you still be taking a loss 

Look at Donald Trump 

I know a bitch named Dolly, she live uptown 

She got a fly new Benz, kid of Asian brown 

Every night she would front and try to flex on the X 

For no reason, with that diamond and stud shit 

With two other girls, on that glamor and big shit 

Walkin' around, at Apollo and Bentley 

Sportin' the weave like the Queen of the Centuries 

Lookin' for Buster, Holyfield and Tyson 

Jordan and Sugar Ray, a cake with icing 

Dolly walked in, with a tiger-striped mink coat 

Her friend had on some shit, I think it was billy goat 

Tryin' to play all and many boogie down brothers out 

Regular b-boys, the crew and others out 

Steppin' to bar, the first order was champagne 

Dolly had a fat ass with Tina and Charmane 

Lookin' for tank four on E with no gain 

The Benz was outside, parked with no gas 

Bitches inside, frontin' hard in first class 

Tryin to play the X, like fucked up TV 

Lookin' for green to get to Washington D.C. 

You give him his car back, money and coat back 

Shoes and hat back, the credit you're known for 

Hoein' out of state with the big drug dealers 

From East to West and only cash money stealer 

Charlie got much shit, them bitches are eatin' well 

You say to yourself, I'm Al Capone, so what the hell 

Damn, I jerked three hundred G's 

I coulda put out a group with ten or twenty MC's 

And made megabucks but you never did realize 

Dolly was shifty with her lips and chinky eyes 

Never had a dime but know how to get one 

Jerk one take one out for a long ride 

With Tina and Charmagne, bums on E side 

Lookin' for BM's, Cherokees and Jaguars 

Benzes and Audis for the brothers with Jettas 

Watch yourself and step away from the rat trap