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letra de u claimin' you're real - la chat

[chorus]
b-tch you claimin yo real

[verse 1: la chat]
i got these b-tches jockin me cuz i stay on they mind
i’m strickly d-ckly while you l!ckin i don’t f-ck with ya kind
yeah you’s a weak ho f-ck ya
ain’t no love for ya -ss
you f-ck with me you talk that sh-t i hope you ready to blast
it be these ugly b-tches talkin always sayin my name
it be these ugly b-tches f-ckin all these n-ggas for fame
a big mistake is when you f-ck up and you f-ck with la chat
your -ss is coward as some ????? cuz i do not play that
you in my face b-tch talkin i don’t pay you no tention
i got you hot cuz everytime you speak my name it get mention
you tellin sad story lies everything just to kick it
you don’t get the picture yet stupid b-tch i ain’t listenin
la chat i’m strapped i’m stayin focused got ya -ss figured out
you keep on talkin watch out ho 12 gauge slug in yo mouth
a real b-tch you done ran across you better be scared
cuz la chat don’t give a f-ck about doin time in the fed

[chorus]
b-tch you claimin yo real

[verse 2: project pat]
i’m mr. ride on these b-tches who talk that sh-t to me
a homicide on these b-tches, a murder in the street
hypnotize, stackin’ riches and you ain’t got a dime
poppin’ slugs into snitches cuz i ain’t doin’ time
project pat, i’m in this m-th-, i know you hear this sh-t
i shot yo dog and yo brother, you betta feel this sh-t
n-ggas hatin’ undercover but smiles in my mug
coward -ss motherf-ckers – i’ll smoke you like some bud
i got that thang c-cked and ready, to h-ll with some peace
cookin’ beef like spaghetti – a blood recipe
suckas need to get some cheddar, my name out ya cap
but you gets a bl–dy sweater, a permanent nap
all this dissin’ in your rappin’ just shows you’s a ho
all this talkin’ and this flappin’, i let some bullets flow
through the air to your d-izz-ome, connectin’ the dots
meet your end from the chr-izz-ome, the glock hit the spot

[chorus]
b-tch you claimin yo real

[verse 3: la chat]
look at me ho, i’m smilin, but you know ain’t no love
you turn that smile upside down
b-tch and what you see is my mug
now imma break it down so plain
and i’m gonna make it so simple
you in the wrong and now its on
the mossberg pump to your temple
see i don’t f-ck with b-tches b-tch i kick it with the thugs
and i be ???????? hoes like you and keep it on the hush hush
you wanna witness what i issue wanna see i ain’t playin
la chat won’t ???? now ho so what the f-ck is you sayin
now this the bizness motherf-cker first i need me a witness
jump with that thang ready to bang i got whoever get in it
i told you b-tches once before you hoes ain’t ready for anna
don’t give a f-ck sh-t mane whats up i’m buckin b-tches at random
i’m makin it known in everyway la chat ain’t barrin no hoes
and for you n-ggas f-ck you too i’m buckin holes thru the doe
i hope you think that i’m a b-tch thats only talkin that sh-t
i show your -ss that i’m a ho get make up everywhere b-tch

[repeat chorus]

- la chat

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