La Chat - Don't Sang It - Sözleri

[La Chat talking]

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 aint gon' kill shit and aint 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



[Chorus]

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 doeCuz' I'm da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy

Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy

Bitchy you love to hate



[Verse 1]

Da stout bitch, but I'm packin' da fat ass beer belly

Niggas wanna get in my shit, but they aint 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 aint 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 waitinSee 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 aint steady



[Chorus]

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 doeCuz' I'm da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy

Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy

Bitchy you love to hate



{pieces of If You Aint From My Hood by Project Pat}

[Verse 2]

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 aint 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 aint gon' do nothin' doeFor 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

Aint 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



[Chorus]

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 doeCuz' I'm da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy

Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy

Bitchy you love to hate



[Verse 3]

I'm talkin' shit cuz' it's you hoes dat always be hatinYou think you know me, guess again cuz' you got me mistakinI keep my crew mayne it's some cheese dat I gotta be makinCan't go to jail den it's my freedom dem bastards be takinYou think you slick with it, you bitches I'm seein' you fakinAnd for you niggas I don't love you, your pockets I'm breakinYou wanna war I got a friend dat I'm bringin' and datinA 9 rhuga with tha handle wrapped up in da tapinSo tell me why you bitches always be tryin' to diss

If you aint 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



[Chorus]

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 doeCuz' I'm da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy

Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy

Bitchy you love to hate



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