| She like them twenties sittin' tall on the truck
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| You ain’t mad is ya
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| Love to shake that thang and back it up
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| You ain’t mad is ya
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| Tryin' to catch a baller with them figures
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| You ain’t mad is ya
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| Gold diggers, we call em' gold diggers
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| You petty niggas get the fuck on, you got nothin' on us Jones
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| You flodgin' like you on, just because you got a cell phone
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| You need to come on down man, you think that I am so lame
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| I worked out with them fifteens and I’m ridin' on them chrome thangs
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| So what the fuck’s that tellin' you, I’m a ballerhollic too
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| Always fresh as hell, with them twelve gold, grillin fool
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| When you see me in the club, I be checkin out the thugs
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| Scopin' out from head to toe, lookin' for a baller ho
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| Wanna holla at me, you gotta drop off that cheese
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| I’m lookin' for some real G’s, I’m so damn money hungry
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| I’m hot off all you niggas, I’m mad about my figures
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| I got no time for playin' games, I’m fucked up on that liquor
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| So ain’t no need in stallin' I see you over there ballin'
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| You kickin' it with yo dog and the shots I here you callin'
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| I need to holla at cha' my nig I gots to get cha'
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| Ain’t worried about a damn thang cause I know I’m gonna sweat cha'
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| No chickenhead get no respect trick
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| And these cowards get a classic playa pluckin' on 'em
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| I be’s bout paper, I be’s bout green
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| I be some where workin' with a triple beam
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| Gettin' my freak on, keepin' my mouth strong
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| Off in somebody’s hood with a big tone
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| Sometimes man it’s dangerous life that
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| Bang yo baby mama, now he hate that
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| Don’t get mad dog, used to be mane
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| Supplyin' broads with the cheese off ya work mane
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| Table dances, tricks and trances
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| Big ol' pimps breakin' wenches through romances
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| Dances with wolves, lil' red ridin'
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| I’m on the prowl, wow, don’t be hidin'
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| I’ll be findin' where that hot spot
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| Get that thang wet, make that thang pop
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| You see I be up on these niggas, I’m tryin' to see
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| Can he fulfill my needs and give me cheese
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| Shit a bitch that want cho' pockets, I’m checkin' wallets
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| ATM, yo check book whatever you call it
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| I’m a mack, I spit my pimpin' and get chu' hooked
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| You shouldn’t have looked cause once you look, you gon' get took
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| Be out the frame, I’m runnin' thangs
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| It ain’t no doubt, I’ll take yo check
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| And with respect, I’ll put chu' out
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| I’ll break you down, you say you pimp
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| You gon' get ganked, I got chu' mean
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| Mean whipped withdraws out from yo bank
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| You super trickin' and then you lickin'
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| I let it be known it ain’t no stickin'
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| You say you hittin' man I be trippin' all the time
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| I know the biz, you think you slick, you tell yo friends
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| That chu' be in, ain’t that some shit
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| I need that fetti, that ghetty, ghetty
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| Man I be yetty, you gon' let me
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| This shit is hectic, you shouldn’t have met me |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Ain't Mad Iz Ya, artist - La Chat. Album song Murder She Spoke, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп