Ghetto Ballin'

La Chat

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    Awe Yeah
    Hynotize 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 slamed 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 its going down nigga we on top

    [Chorus]
    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

    [DJ Paul]
    Back, Back up Bitch cause 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

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    [Juicy J]
    Ridin Heavy Chevy thang foot on the gas
    sippin on that syrup bout to smoke a pack
    Niggas know I'm bogus cause 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 its a strip
    Phone in my hand two-way on my hip
    atone in my lap with a blunt to my lip

    [Chorus]

    [La Chat]
    Why you bitches want to hate on La Chat
    Man ya'll don't know
    Cause 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
    Ima 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 faudging 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 cause I stay by my biby (yeah)

    [Chorus]

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