[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
Traduction: La'Chat. N'est-ce pas No Nigga (Featuring Blac croquant).
(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
trash-talk is what you gon' hear I can't imagine what a fall upon LeBron's ear Always been the girl that didn't have to wait in line Niggas buy her watches
lear If you ain't talkin money I don't wanna chit chat Throwin parties in Jamaica when I hit plat Receivin chips thugs catch cases for Make bitches beat me til my waist is sore Sport come through nigga
Mac switch niggas speed Gun shots'll have 'em dashin' a hundred meters Nah they ain't stashin' a hundred either They just on Smack flashin' a hundred heaters [Chorus: Fabolous] Chit chat I ain't
Don't forget Don't regret Don't see me now Don't see me then See me now Come see again Don't see me now Don't see me then She's too complex Then we
they checkin' in her bedroom, I ain't there, Forty Cals, extended clips, still I ain't scared, Outlaw, and best believe they won't take me alive, I'm
who outside, now listen! I don't give a fuck who get hit; I ain't missin'! Come through that motherfucker wavin' that chopper 1-13 Precinct ain't enough
wrap... We stilla g wen I walked out of pintack, Cause I'm me Whose he we cud end dat, Street nigga ain't no tym 4 dat chit chat, I'm cold like caronas
sent To move your ligament Show you down to us C'mon baby shake that thang We ain't tryin' to hold nobody back Tell your mama come Tell your papa
see through [Pos] This ain't your average, whippin your batterage drivin song that probably isn't your type So I type it long with that ink that won't
what's happinin' ? i'm the man nigga you delinquent, can i get those in? nigga, pay this nigga here [i ain't got yo money] well, yo, check this out, nigga
You Fuck Niggas Don't Like Us But We Don't Give A Fuck Copy-Catters Bite Us... Dey Swag Suck Know You Bitch Niggas Gone Hate My Guts... Bite Me If You
verse I ain't wit that flexin cat he investing Tell htese playa haters to check my bds benz Like Yao Ming man my money staked tall I deal for half a mill nigga
position When u hot i'm hot And when your feet cold, mines is sizzelin It's plain to see Nigga's can't f*** wit me Cuz ima be that nigga fo life This
nigga tracks; he ain't hearin my shit. man for real. Man my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga; Man that nigga garbage. man i got talent
