| Awe Yeah
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| Hynotize motherfuckin' Minds in Here and we ghetto motherfuckin' ballin
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| Nigga you know what that means that means you might walk up in the projects
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| In the south and see a 2,500 motherfuckin' benz or a motherfuckin' 72
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| Motherfuckin colors slamed on double duces on some motherfuckin 17s
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| You know what I’m saying dice games going on, no crystals
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| Fifths in the back pocket and its going down nigga we on top
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| Drove to my liver, pass it to my nigga
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| Sippin on that liquor, flossin on you niggas
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| Ridin through the hoody, fuckin with that goody
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| Flip-floppin pi-zaint, and we on some 20's
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| Back, Back up Bitch cause we comin through
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| In the motherfuckin prowler on the back 20 motherfuckin' two’s
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| Skinny nigga with gold’s and tattoes a beer belly
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| But still I make them ho’s say I love you
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| From a motherfuckin pretty boy smile them diamonds in my mouth
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| Make them gals go motherfuckin' wow
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| Draped in some fuckin' ICE be ERG
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| Or jeans with white motherfuckin tees
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| Ridin Heavy Chevy thang foot on the gas
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| Sippin on that syrup bout to smoke a pack
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| Niggas know I’m bogus cause I ain’t got no tags
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| Eyes like a China man nothing but laughs
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| Bumpin' like a motherfucka I’m bout to flip
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| Everywhere I’m ridin niggas know its a strip
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| Phone in my hand two-way on my hip
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| Atone in my lap with a blunt to my lip
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| Why you bitches want to hate on La Chat
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| Man ya’ll don’t know
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| Cause I’m everythang flexing so mean upon you hoes
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| Life is good motherfucka I’m gon live to the fullest
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| Got a problem step on up and you be dodging these bullets
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| I pull up so clean Expedition this beam
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| They know what’s finna go down once I’m back at the scene
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| Hit the mall get the rag gotta took up my golds
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| Yeah I be gettin my shine on man you already know
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| Niggas choosin but you losin
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| Gotta chop out your cheese
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| Don’t need your ass I don’t want cha unless you got more than me
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| Ima real bitch tril bitch Takin no shit
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| Bitch dog, bitch nall, bitch ready to ball (trick)
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| See I’m that motherfucka breaking you down
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| You already see these niggas faudging when La Chat come around
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| Bitches discing when I’m flickin, know I’m out for a killing
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| You Want your nigga don’t be stippin cause I stay by my biby (yeah) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ghetto Ballin' , by - La Chat. Song from the album Murder She Spoke, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп