La' Chat Lyrics

La' Chat Lyrics

"Don't Sang It Lyrics"

Walking After Midnight Lyrics
I go out walkin' After midnight out in the moonlight Just like we used to to do. I'm always walkin' after midnight Searchin' for you. I walk for miles along the highway, Well, that's just my way Of sayin' "I love you": I'm always walkin' after midnight Searchin' for you. I stop to see a weepin' willow Cryin' in her pillow, Maybe she's cryin' for me. And as the sky turns gloomy Night winds whisper to me I'm lonesome as I can be. I go out walkin' after midnight Out in the moonlight, Just hopin' you may be Out there walkin' after midnight Searchin' for me. I

[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 doe'
Cuz' 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
It's Your B-Day - Trina Lyrics
(feat. Jazze Pha) [Jazze Pha] Triiiiiinahhhhh! Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen! Uh, this is a Jazze Phizzle, produc-shizzle Oh boy! [Chorus One: Jazze Pha] Okay (it's your birthday) alright (it's your birthday) (Girl you're on fire wanna hit on the first day) Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Okay (it's your birthday) alright now (it's your birthday) (Girl you're on fire wanna hit in the worst way) Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Put a hump in your back and lift your rump [Chorus Two: Jazze Pha] {Ring, din

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 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 doe'
Cuz' 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
Beautiful Inside Lyrics
Doesn't matter bout the clothes that you're dressed in It doesn't matter bout the colour of your skin All that matters is you're Beautiful inside (uh-huh, yeah) It just because you've got the look and the body It just because you've got the time and the money Still remember to be beautiful inside, hay (beautiful inside, hay) Looking from the inside out tell me what you find Nothing means a thing if you're not beautiful inside Try giving up (try giving up) the make-up Try giving up, the dressing up (giving up, girl) Try giving up (try giving up) the pushouts And try living up to higher aspirationso 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
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 doe'
Cuz' 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 hatin'
You think you know me, guess again cuz' you got me mistakin'
I keep my crew mayne it's some chees
Just The Other Day Lyrics
Just the other day- I heard you walked out on her Just the other day- I heard it's not forever You say, anyway- You said it's not like before Just the other day- Did she let you go Did she let you go. Just the other day- You lost the girl you adored Just the other day- You boyish love was the cause Did she cost you pain You could have held out for more Just the other day- Did she let you go Did she let you go I see your walking alone Will you still talk to me If she's not by your side anymore.
dat I gotta be makin'
Can't go to jail den it's my freedom dem bastards be takin'
You think you slick with it, you bitches I'm seein' you fakin'
And for you niggas I don't love you, your pockets I'm breakin'
You wanna war I got a friend dat I'm 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 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 doe'
Cuz' I'm da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy
Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy
Bitchy you love to hate