| I got these bitches jockin me cuz I stay on they mind
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| I’m strickly dickly while you lickin I don’t fuck with ya kind
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| Yeah you’s a weak ho fuck ya
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| Ain’t no love for ya ass
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| You fuck with me you talk that shit I hope you ready to blast
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| It be these ugly bitches talkin always sayin my name
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| It be these ugly bitches fuckin all these niggas for fame
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| A big mistake is when you fuck up and you fuck with La Chat
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| Your ass is coward as some ??? |
| cuz I do not play that
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| You in my face bitch talkin I don’t pay you no tention
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| I got you hot cuz everytime you speak my name it get mention
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| You tellin sad story lies everything just to kick it
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| You don’t get the picture yet stupid bitch I ain’t listenin
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| La Chat I’m strapped I’m stayin focused got ya ass figured out
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| You keep on talkin watch out ho 12 gauge slug in yo mouth
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| A real bitch you done ran across you better be scared
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| Cuz La Chat don’t give a fuck about doin time in the fed
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| Bitch you claimin yo real
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| I’m Mr. ride on these bitches who talk that shit to me
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| A homicide on these bitches, a murder in the street
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| Hypnotize, stackin' riches and you ain’t got a dime
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| Poppin' slugs into snitches cuz I ain’t doin' time
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| Project Pat, I’m in this mutha, I know you hear this shit
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| I shot yo dog and yo brother, you betta feel this shit
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| Niggas hatin' undercover but smiles in my mug
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| Coward ass motherfuckers — I’ll smoke you like some bud
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| I got that thang cocked and ready, to hell with some peace
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| Cookin' beef like spaghetti — a blood recipe
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| Suckas need to get some cheddar, my name out ya cap
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| But you gets a bloody sweater, a permanent nap
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| All this dissin' in your rappin' just shows you’s a ho
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| All this talkin' and this flappin', I let some bullets flow
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| Through the air to your d-izz-ome, connectin' the dots
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| Meet your end from the chr-izz-ome, the Glock hit the spot
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| Bitch you claimin yo real
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| Look at me ho, I’m smilin, but you know ain’t no love
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| You turn that smile upside down
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| Bitch and what you see is my mug
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| Now Imma break it down so plain
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| And I’m gonna make it so simple
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| You in the wrong and now its on
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| The Mossberg pump to your temple
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| See I don’t fuck with bitches bitch I kick it with the thugs
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| And I be ??? |
| hoes like you and keep it on the hush hush
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| You wanna witness what I issue wanna see I ain’t playin
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| La Chat won’t ??? |
| now ho so what the fuck is you sayin
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| Now this the bizness motherfucker first I need me a witness
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| Jump with that thang ready to bang I got whoever get in it
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| I told you bitches once before you hoes ain’t ready for anna
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| Don’t give a fuck shit mane whats up I’m buckin bitches at random
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| I’m makin it known in everyway La Chat ain’t barrin no hoes
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| And for you niggas fuck you too I’m buckin holes thru the doe
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| I hope you think that I’m a bitch thats only talkin that shit
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| I show your ass that I’m a ho get make up everywhere bitch |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song U Claimin' You're Real, artist - La Chat. Album song Murder She Spoke, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп