| Mayn the pitty process always tryin to dynamack
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| All the (?) chickens wishin they can be La' Chat
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| Ain’t no way that you can be me, I got thuggin' in my blood
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| Cookin' pork chops and that rice, Makin' scrubs fall in love
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| Don’t you wish that you could ride my ride, And stay up in my grill
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| Makin' cheese cashin checks, Yeah you know thats how I live
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| Hope that you can be like me, Freak I’m just like (?)
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| Shakin trout, For her sugar daddy, take her mamis' friend
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| Everythang you wanna do is all the things that I dun did
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| Drank a 12 case of beur, Rollin' chockin' with my nigs
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| Ride (?) independent
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| All you haters and you dudes tryin to choose, Ya’ll can holla at me later
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| Talkin' bad about La' Chat, But you know you lovin' that
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| Cause between these legs is fa.fa.fa.fa.fat
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| Ain’t no messin with yo game, Cause yo kind ain’t know my numbers
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| Say you takein' care of me, Boy please whatever
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| She’s a peanut butter, mutha fucka, nappy weave biitch
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| Every time I see the ho, she all in my shiit
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| All my baby daddy tryna' get what I get
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| Need to stay up out of mine and get some buisness
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| All you boys be on my do, Wish that you could be in my shoes
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| I ain’t messed up with no sucker, It’s to many thugs to choose
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| Now you wish that you could be the one thats gettin' all that cheese
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| Even if he mess with you, He still gone come up in my knees
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| All you freaks wanna run and tell me somethin about this boy
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| Cause you know that I’m the one he’s liable to still kill and fuck
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| I don’t know how you stoopid tricks be all in my biz
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| I got (?)
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| Wanna listen, Wanna learn, I got somethin' that I can teach
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| If I die there will never be another one like me
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| Spreading rumors, Tellin' lies, Anything to do me in
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| But the ones that be talking really want to be my friend
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| Yeah I know I got you hott, Cause my name is all around town
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| If you try to run up on me mayn you know its goin' down
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| Ain’t no telling what I’m thinking yet, I keep a plan in mind
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| Why you talkin' thats the reason why La' Chat will always shine
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| Yeah you can critisize my name it only bring me mo' fame
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| I already know what’s goin on a lot of hatin' in this game
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| It be nothing having broads that be living for hate
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| It be these (?) looking broads La' Chat immitate
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| I got no time for none of that nonsense, I’m bout makin' cheese
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| And already don’t want hear no bullshit, I’m stacking them cheese
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| It’s just to hot out here to live I’m only tryin to maintain
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| These freaks be jocking my baby daddy just because of my name
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| But I ain’t said a thang tho, He can get all yo dough
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| You stoopid broads be droppin it off be thinkin' yo gon' get mo'
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| I’ll let you know when he be doing after he get all your checks
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| He coming home, He keepin' me and his baby so fresh
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| And I ain’t gotta mess with him, I stay away from the drama
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| See if you haven’t learned yet, They lovin the baby mama
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| So keep yo distance, keep on wishin', Ain’t no gettin' what I got
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| And keep on buyin all my cd’s to keep my name hot |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Peanut Butter , by - La Chat. Song from the album Murder She Spoke, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп