la chat - niggas comin' clean lyrics
[chorus]
n-ggas comin clean rollin’ mean
i gettin’ about tired of that sh-t
that’s the, that’s the type of sh-t
that’ll make you cl!ck and get yo -ss in
[repeat chorus 6x]
[verse one]
ballin’ through my hood, ain’t you clean fool?
sho nuff finna get stuck up
turn that b-tch (??) the car
make a sound i’m gonna buck
sn-tch that boy up out the ride
i ain’t gotta mask upon my face
when i pull my gun
i pull the trigger, i can’t catch a case
all i see is victims when i see you on them twenty thangs
i’m a hoe that’s not impressed,i’m out to get that money mane
i like robbin’ n-ggas, especially n-ggas think the gonna f-ck
scoop me up, get a room, mane that glock is nicely tucked
i be high off some that weed, cause be thinking about that cheese
i’m a b-tch that’s down to make a stang to satisfy my needs
make a stop off at the liquor store to get some alaze’
head back to the crib like it ain’t sh-t i blaze a blunt of hay
comin’ through your neighborhood
scopin’ out your goody goods
if it something i want then drop it off let’s get it understood
i’m gonna hit ya for your stash, make my getaway superfast
mane you n-ggas comin’ clean then drop it off ya f-ckin’ -ss biatch!
[chorus] – repeat 4x
(verse two)
i’m jackin’ these n-ggas heavy
i’m strictly out for the fetty (money)
i’m trying to come up in life
that cheese i’m gonna get it, get it
i’m tired of weak b-tches run
i’m tired of ho n-ggas stun
i’ll take your -ss to the bank
and make you withdrawn your money
my son gotta get some food
i’m out here pimp makin dues
i doing what i gotta do
to come up on f-cking loot
i’d like the expensive thangs
gold necklaces & gold rings
i’ll hit ya up for some dough
whatever to make some change
la chat, i’m a robber see
you n-ggas can’t f-ck with me
i keep me a mean disguise
i’ll hit you while you’ll while you asleep
that sh-t’ll it be calling me, i try not to be like that
the cleaner you n-ggas come, the closer i keep my gat
i’m all about dollars bills, sometimes it will make me k!ll
them b-tches that i’m playin’, i gotta show that i’m real
but soon i’ll be ridin’ clean, and wearing expensive stuff
i’ll still be up on my mission ’cause dog i can’t get enough
[chorus] – repeat 4x
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