[Intro] 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
[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
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[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)
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