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La Chat Ain T No Nigga

[Chorus 8x: Crunchy Blac] ain't no nigga gonna play wit me [Verse 1: La Chat] I got anna with you souls Strapped up with the 44 Use to kick it with this

(feat. Crunchy Blac) [Chorus x8: Crunchy Blac] ain't no nigga gonna play wit me [Verse 1: La Chat] I got anna with you souls Strapped up with the 44

get it I ain't trippin nigga trippin at all Yo, I'm fuckin walkin over weak rapper's downfalls It ain't my fault they fell, it ain't my fault I sell I

have the place lock Tic Toc Tic goes the clock Blaze up the fire make the fussy dem drop Chilling in the club Champagne a pop Getting that money and we ain't

I was raised in the hood, in the streets I grew Seen it all, it ain't too much I ain't done yet Let my nuts hang, nigga I ain't scared of shit Seen death

talking, but I don't cater to the chit-chat But when I see you in the streets I got ya get back (Word) It ain't enough protection on ya ass, to fuck

fool Ya don't like how I'm livin'? Bitch fuck you (Uh, uh) That's right I'm a rude ass nigga Quick to do you, cut a fool ass nigga Weighin' in at bout

get some what they call em stunts because we bunt (WHAT?) But I don't bug, I just slide her, and hit her Some be rumpy chump, with the chat chat chitter

, what I think he said? Squash that He probably got that off E-bay Or some Internet access Some website chat line Mad cause I got mine Ooh don't wind