Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Sang It, artist - La Chat. Album song Murder She Spoke, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 22.10.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Koch
Song language: English
Don't Sang It |
| 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 ain’t gon' kill shit and ain’t 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 |
| 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 |
| Da stout bitch, but I’m packin' da fat ass beer belly |
| Niggas wanna get in my shit, but they ain’t 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 ain’t 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 ain’t steady |
| 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 |
| 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 ain’t 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 ain’t 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 |
| Ain’t 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 ain’t 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 |
| 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 |