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La' Chat
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Ghetto Ballin'
Lyricist:Paul Beauregard, Jordan Houston
Awe, yeah, hypnotize motherfuckin' minds in here And we ghetto motherfuckin' ballin Nigga you know what that means That means you might walk up in the projects in the south And see a 2,500 motherfuckin' Benz or a motherfuckin' 72
Motherfuckin' colors slammed on double duces On some motherfuckin' 17s You know what I'm saying? Dice games going on, no crystals Fifths in the back pocket and it's going down, nigga, we on top
Drove to my liver, pass it to my nigga Sippin' on that liquor, flossin' on you, niggaz Ridin' through the hoody, fuckin' with that goody Flip-floppin' pi-zaint, and we on some 20's
Back, back up bitch 'cuz we comin' through In the motherfuckin' prowler on the back 20 motherfuckin' two's Skinny nigga with gold's and tattoes a beer belly But still I make them ho's, say I love you
From a motherfuckin' pretty boy smile them diamonds in my mouth Make them gals go motherfuckin' wow Draped in some fuckin' ice be ERG Or jeans with white motherfuckin' tees
Ridin' heavy Chevy thang foot on the gas Sippin' on that syrup, 'bout to smoke a pack Niggas know I'm bogus 'cuz I ain't got no tags Eyes like a China man nothing but laughs
Bumpin' like a motherfucka, I'm 'bout to flip Everywhere I'm ridin' niggas know it's a strip Phone in my hand two way on my hip Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Atone in my lap with a blunt to my lip
Drove to my liver, pass it to my nigga Sippin' on that liquor, flossin' on you, niggaz Ridin' through the hoody, fuckin' with that goody Flip-floppin' pi-zaint, and we on some 20's
Why you bitches want to hate on La Chat Man, ya'll don't know 'Cuz I'm everythang flexing so mean upon you hoes Life is good motherfucka, I'm gon' live to the fullest Got a problem step on up and you be dodging these bullets I pull up so clean expedition this beam
They know what's finna go down once I'm back at the scene Hit the mall, get the rag, gotta took up my golds Yeah, I be gettin' my shine on man you already know Niggas choosin' but you losin', gotta chop out your cheese Don't need your ass, I don't want cha unless you got more than me I'ma real bitch tril bitch takin' no shit
Bitch dog, bitch nall, bitch ready to ball (Trick) See I'm that motherfucka breaking you down You already see these niggas fudging when La Chat come around Bitches discing when I'm flickin', know I'm out for a killing You want your nigga, don't be stippin' 'cuz I stay by my biby (Yeah)
Drove to my liver, pass it to my nigga Sippin' on that liquor, flossin' on you, niggaz Ridin' through the hoody, fuckin' with that goody Flip-floppin' pi-zaint, and we on some 20's
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