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