La Chat - Dont Sang It Lyrics

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Mayne look uh hurr, Im tired of all these micrphone killin ass hoes
Yah know wha Im talkin bout?
Da type of hoes das gon run they mouth behind the muthafkin mic
But aint gon kill shit and aint gon let shit die
These studio gang-style hoes
Talkin all dat muthafkin shit
Bitch bring dat shit on to tha doe come on hoe
Come on lets go

Dont sang it hoe hoe
You gotta bring it hoe hoe
Now dont be sangin hoe hoe
You gotta bring it hoe hoe
Cause Im 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 dont know me hoe hoe
You wanna start some shit den bring it to da doe
Cause Im da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy
Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy
Bitchy you love to hate

Da stout bitch, but Im packin da fat ass beer belly
Niggas wanna get in my shit, but they aint ready
If its somethin you wanna get den go get it
If Im not strapped den Im packin da mesheti
I dont give a fk cut chu bitches up like spaghetti
Shootin off 70 rounds so dont test me
Im out hurr just doin my thang, you gon let me
Ima keep keepin it real, so dont 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 waitin
See yo gurl den pushed it and she ridin da big boi Expy
Hooked up wit da Hypnotized Camp so dont hate me
Shall not play no games when it come to dat ghetty

I dont love none of you bitches, you aint steady

Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy
Bitchy you love to hate
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 doe
For 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
Im gon gather up my crew, den we comin after you
If my crew dont come dat mean Im 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 fkin curtains closed
Push rewind and listen good again before you get done in
Knowz you a hata in descise tryin to be my friend

You wanna start some shit den bring it to da doe
Cause Im da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy
Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy
Bitchy you love to hate

Im talkin shit cause its you hoes dat always be hatin
You think you know me, guess again cause you got me mistakin
I keep my crew mayne its some cheese dat I gotta be makin
Cant go to jail den its my freedom dem bastards be takin
You think you slick with it, you bitches Im seein you fakin
And for you niggas I dont love you, your pockets Im breakin
You wanna war I got a friend dat Im bringin and datin
A 9 rhuga with tha handle wrapped up in da tapin
So tell me why you bitches always be tryin to diss
If you aint heard dat Im a bitch dat be handelin fist
I hope you think before you think about fkin wit dis

I know you wanna go and snuggle up wit cha dick
No disrepect da way I tell it thats always gon be
I got my book dat tell yo address and where you gon sleep
Go to yo house Im one of the bitches that be climbin da beat
Im tired of bitches startin shit, hopin they fkin wit me

You think you know me bitch bitch
But you dont know me hoe hoe
You wanna start some shit den bring it to da doe
Cause Im da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy
Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy
Bitchy you love to hate