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make something - la chat lyrics

(project pat sample from cheese and dope during the chorus 8x:)
boy i’m gonna scald ya with pistol slapped cross mouth

(chorus 2x: la chat)
n*gga gotta eat so a n*gga gotta take somethin
if i got some work then a n*gga gon make somethin
trick f*ck with me then them b*tches gon hate somethin
when i put this on bet these cowards gon shake somethin

(verse one: la chat)
i think you n*ggas always frontin so my n*gga give me somethin
mane them b*tches f*cked up and i’m out to get yo money
you was out here ridin clean fallin cl!ckin on the thang
from my nig i got no touch to just to get my ass in
it’s so hot i’m for a playa and a dog i gotta take ya
all my homies make you stang robbin n*ggas for the jealousy
you were the red life when you slippin with the b*tch
you was bumpin out the frame make ya ribs i gotta get
stick em up n*gga stick it up, tryna be buck
you wanna act like you’re a superman, take out the luck
a mothaf*cka gotta go mane i’m out here the role
yo b*tch i think she’s frontin gucci so i’m all on that hoe
and i be dog up by the weed, it’s the thug and the me
i got my vest ski mask and paper coming up my gold t**th
i do not need a rubber squad, with no t**th when i’m on
i do not need a helpin’ hat, i can catch my own charge, n*gga!
(chorus 2x:)
n*gga gotta eat so a n*gga gotta take somethin
if i got some work then a n*gga gon make somethin
trick f*ck with me then them b*tches gon hate somethin
when i put this on bet these cowards gon shake somethin

(verse two: la chat)
see all my broads they be getting buck breaking the law
they robbin n*ggas with a tech punk now they start off
they out here sellin straight thug n*gga roll out the way
he robbin n*ggas in yo hood mane this n*gga don’t play
lil type of n*gga that don’t give a f*ck ready to buck
you out here having thangs slippin so you boutta get tuck
then he was gone out the white dog fool him the drank
he gotta heavy that was giving yes the food good thang
but at your house in yo trees where this n*gga would be
he out here jacked and kidnapped for going out for the cheese
so out there, he came up find some victim ready for danga
he said stick em up b*tch or a n*gga will hunt ya
them figgas blowin turn around you was ass at the ground
i know that n*gga wasn’t lookin for the trunk what he found
he told them lies bout the rob, rob that was his death
now i’m in jail with no bail for protecting myself, d*mn!

(chorus 2x:)
n*gga gotta eat so a n*gga gotta take somethin
if i got some work then a n*gga gon make somethin
trick f*ck with me then them b*tches gon hate somethin
when i put this on bet these cowards gon shake somethin
(verse three: la chat)
imma have to spit ya, gonna have to gon hit cha
do whatever takes from a mack to make it bridge cha
you out here pushin birds you already just tryna flirt (n*gga)
i need to holla at ya let ya drank up your words
n*gga straight up at the broads going straight in your pockets
n*ggas bout to watch this, chat it can not be stop this
kinda f*ck you bigga dat that imma k!ll ya
gotta have yo back blow it up and pull the trigger
n*gga this some thug sh*t pimpin where out no love sh*t
gotta keep it up sh*t fore i f*ck you hard b*tch
don’t you make yourself with yo face now put the ground hoe
don’t you turn around of what rounds that i won’t let go
yeah i got them scared i love to take the charge see
jump out all the cheese, your keys that you can run free
man i’m out here taking the chance i rob the dopeman
let you b*tches blowing the fast i keep the mean blang

- la chat lyrics

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