[La Chat talking]
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Mayne look uh hurr, I'm tired of all these micrphone killin' ass hoes
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Yah know wha I'm talkin' bout'?
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Da type of hoes das gon' run they mouth behind the muthafuckin' mic
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But aint gon' kill shit and aint gon' let shit die
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These studio gang-style hoes
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Talkin' all dat muthafuckin' shit
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Bitch bring dat shit on to tha doe' come on hoe
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Come on let's go
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[Chorus]
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Don't sang it hoe (hoe)
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You gotta bring it hoe (hoe)
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Now don't be sangin' hoe (hoe)
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You gotta bring it hoe (hoe)
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Cuz' I'm da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy
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Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy
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Bitchy you love to hate
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You think you know me bitch (bitch)
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But you don't know me hoe (hoe)
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You wanna start some shit den bring it to da doe'
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Cuz' I'm da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy
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Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy
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Bitchy you love to hate
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[Verse 1]
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Da stout bitch, but I'm packin' da fat ass beer belly
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Niggas wanna get in my shit, but they aint ready
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If it's somethin' you wanna get den go get it
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If I'm not strapped den I'm packin' da mesheti
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I don't give a fuck cut chu' bitches up like spaghetti
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Shootin' off 70 rounds so don't test me
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I'm out hurr just doin' my thang, you gon' let me
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I'ma keep keepin' it real, so don't sweat it
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Fight a bitch over a nigga I aint petty
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Put em' in da trunk wit' da bump of da chevy
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Holla at my brother Big Steady das so heavy
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He be droppin' pounds of dat shit wit' no waitin'
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See yo' gurl den pushed it and she ridin' da big boi Expy
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Hooked up wit' da Hypnotized Camp so don't hate me
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Shall not play no games when it come to dat ghetty
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I don't love none of you bitches, you aint steady
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[Chorus]
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Don't sang it hoe (hoe)
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You gotta bring it hoe (hoe)
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Now don't be sangin' hoe (hoe)
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You gotta bring it hoe (hoe)
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Cuz' I'm da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy
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Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy
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Bitchy you love to hate
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You think you know me bitch (bitch)
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But you don't know me hoe (hoe)
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You wanna start some shit den bring it to da doe'
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Cuz' I'm da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy
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Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy
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Bitchy you love to hate
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{pieces of If You Aint From My Hood by Project Pat}
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[Verse 2]
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I got a fake smile, fake style for you bitches think you wild
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Let me see you do some thangs, while you over hurr talkin' loud
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Yeah, I hurr you talkin' bitch
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But to me dat talk aint shit
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Who gon' do da talkin' at yo' funeral when you in da ditch?
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See I be roastin' hoes, but I will (?) fa sho
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Hate to see yo' bitch to draw a crowd, I aint gon' do nothin' doe'
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For dat shit I got some manners to take it to da highest level
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We can fight or we can shoot dem thangs mayne its wudeva
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I be lookin' innocent waitin' for a incident
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Soon some shit go down you betta know La Chat gon' be in it
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I'm gon' gather up my crew, den we comin' after you
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If my crew don't come dat mean I'm comin' wit' grenades fool
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Aint no need in watchin' me you betta watch yo' back hoe
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Tell yo' mammy to lock da doe' and keep da fuckin' curtains closed
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Push rewind and listen good again before you get done in
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Know'z you a hata in descise tryin' to be my friend
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[Chorus]
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Don't sang it hoe (hoe)
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You gotta bring it hoe (hoe)
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Now don't be sangin' hoe (hoe)
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You gotta bring it hoe (hoe)
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Cuz' I'm da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy
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Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy
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Bitchy you love to hate
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You think you know me bitch (bitch)
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But you don't know me hoe (hoe)
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You wanna start some shit den bring it to da doe'
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Cuz' I'm da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy
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Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy
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Bitchy you love to hate
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[Verse 3]
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I'm talkin' shit cuz' it's you hoes dat always be hatin'
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You think you know me, guess again cuz' you got me mistakin'
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I keep my crew mayne it's some cheese dat I gotta be makin'
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Can't go to jail den it's my freedom dem bastards be takin'
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You think you slick with it, you bitches I'm seein' you fakin'
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And for you niggas I don't love you, your pockets I'm breakin'
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You wanna war I got a friend dat I'm bringin' and datin'
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A 9 rhuga with tha handle wrapped up in da tapin'
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So tell me why you bitches always be tryin' to d |