[Verse 1]
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Mane it be the boards thats always tryna down a mack
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All the time it be these chickens wishin they can be La' Chat
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Ain't no way that you can be me, I got thuggin' in my blood
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Cookin' pork chops and that rice, Makin' scrubs fall in love
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Now you wish that you could ride my ride, And stay up in my crib
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Makin' cheese cashin checks, Yeah you know thats how I live
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Hope that you can be like me, Freak I'm just like pimpin kin
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Checkin traps, For her sugar daddy, take him and his friend
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Everythang you wanna do is all the things that I dun did
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Drank a 12 case of beur, Rollin' chockin' with my nig
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Ridin twankin shinin panky independent on you haters
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And you dudes tryin to choose, Ya'll can holla at me later
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Talkin' bad about La' Chat, But you know you lovin' that
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Cause between these legs is fa..fa..fa..fa..fat
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Ain't no messin with yo kind, Cause yo kind ain't on my level
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Say you takin' care of me, Boy please whatever
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[Chorus] x2
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She's a peanut butter, mutha fucka, nappy weave biitch
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Every time I see the hoe, she all in my shiit
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On my baby daddy tryna' get what I get
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Need to stay up out of mine and get some buisness
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[Verse 2]
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All you broads be on my dude, Wish that you could be in my shoes
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I ain't messed up at no sucker, It's to many thugs to choose
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Now you wish that you could be the one thats gettin' all that cheese
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Even if he mess with you, He still gone come up in my knees
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All you freaks wanna run and tell me somethin about this boy
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Cause you know that I'm the one he's robbin stealin killin for
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I don't know how you stoopid tricks be all in my mist
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I got pimpin and my pimpin is as strong as pimpin gets
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Wanna listen, Wanna learn, I got somethin' that I can teach
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If I die there will never be another one like me
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Spreading rumors, Tellin' lies, Anything to do me in
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But the ones that be talking really wanna be my friend
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Yeah I know I got you hott, Cause my name is all around town
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If you try to run up on me mayn you know its goin' down
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Ain't no telling what I'm thinking yet, I keep a plan in mind
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Why you talkin' thats the reason why La' Chat will always shine
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[Chorus] x2
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[Verse 2]
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Yeah you can critisize my name it only bring me mo' fame
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I already know what's goin on a lot of hatin' in this game
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It be nothing having broads that be living for hate
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It be these dusty looking broads La' Chat intimidatin
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I got no time for none of that nonsense, I'm bout makin' cheese
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And already don't want hear no bullshit, I'm stacking them cheese
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It's just to hot out here to live I'm only tryin to maintain
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These freaks be jocking my baby daddy just because of my name
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But I ain't savin nan tho, He can get all yo dough
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You stoopid broads be droppin it off be thinkin' yo gon' get mo'
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I'll let you know when he be doing after he get all your checks
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He come on home, He keepin' me and his baby boy fresh
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And I ain't gotta mess with him, I stay away from the drama
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See if you haven't learned yet, They lovin the baby mama
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So keep yo distance, keep on wishin', Ain't no gettin' what I got
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And keep on buyin all my cd's for my name to stay hot
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[Chorus] x2
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Peanut Butter
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| La' Chat |
