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La' Chat
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Ghetto Ballin'
作詞：Paul Beauregard, Jordan Houston
Awe, yeah, hypnotize motherfuckin' minds in here
And we ghetto motherfuckin' ballin
Nigga you know what that means
That means you might walk up in the projects in the south
And see a 2,500 motherfuckin' Benz or a motherfuckin' 72
Motherfuckin' colors slammed on double duces
On some motherfuckin' 17s
You know what I'm saying? Dice games going on, no crystals
Fifths in the back pocket and it's going down, nigga, we on top
Drove to my liver, pass it to my nigga
Sippin' on that liquor, flossin' on you, niggaz
Ridin' through the hoody, fuckin' with that goody
Flip-floppin' pi-zaint, and we on some 20's
Back, back up bitch 'cuz we comin' through
In the motherfuckin' prowler on the back 20 motherfuckin' two's
Skinny nigga with gold's and tattoes a beer belly
But still I make them ho's, say I love you
From a motherfuckin' pretty boy smile them diamonds in my mouth
Make them gals go motherfuckin' wow
Draped in some fuckin' ice be ERG
Or jeans with white motherfuckin' tees
Ridin' heavy Chevy thang foot on the gas
Sippin' on that syrup, 'bout to smoke a pack
Niggas know I'm bogus 'cuz I ain't got no tags
Eyes like a China man nothing but laughs
Bumpin' like a motherfucka, I'm 'bout to flip
Everywhere I'm ridin' niggas know it's a strip
Phone in my hand two way on my hip
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Atone in my lap with a blunt to my lip
Drove to my liver, pass it to my nigga
Sippin' on that liquor, flossin' on you, niggaz
Ridin' through the hoody, fuckin' with that goody
Flip-floppin' pi-zaint, and we on some 20's
Why you bitches want to hate on La Chat
Man, ya'll don't know
'Cuz I'm everythang flexing so mean upon you hoes
Life is good motherfucka, I'm gon' live to the fullest
Got a problem step on up and you be dodging these bullets
I pull up so clean expedition this beam
They know what's finna go down once I'm back at the scene
Hit the mall, get the rag, gotta took up my golds
Yeah, I be gettin' my shine on man you already know
Niggas choosin' but you losin', gotta chop out your cheese
Don't need your ass, I don't want cha unless you got more than me
I'ma real bitch tril bitch takin' no shit
Bitch dog, bitch nall, bitch ready to ball
(Trick)
See I'm that motherfucka breaking you down
You already see these niggas fudging when La Chat come around
Bitches discing when I'm flickin', know I'm out for a killing
You want your nigga, don't be stippin' 'cuz I stay by my biby
(Yeah)
Drove to my liver, pass it to my nigga
Sippin' on that liquor, flossin' on you, niggaz
Ridin' through the hoody, fuckin' with that goody
Flip-floppin' pi-zaint, and we on some 20's
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