| 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 ain’t gon' kill shit and ain’t 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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| 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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| Da stout bitch, but I’m packin' da fat ass beer belly
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| Niggas wanna get in my shit, but they ain’t 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 ain’t 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 ain’t steady
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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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| 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 ain’t 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 ain’t 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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| Ain’t 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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| 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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| 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 diss
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| If you ain’t heard dat I’m a bitch dat be handelin' fist
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| I hope you think before you think about fuckin' wit' dis
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| I know you wanna go and snuggle up wit' cha dick
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| No disrepect da way I tell it that’s always gon' be
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| I got my book dat tell yo' address and where you gon' sleep
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| Go to yo' house I’m one of the bitches that be climbin' da beat
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| I’m tired of bitches startin' shit, hopin' they fuckin' wit' me
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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 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't Sang It , by - La Chat. Song from the album Murder She Spoke, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп