Представляем точный текст композиции "Dont Sang It" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста La Chat . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Dont Sang It» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую La Chat передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
La Chat - "Dont Sang It"
Lyrics to Dont Sang It : [La Chat talking] Mayne look uh hurr, Im tired of all these micrphone killin ass hoes Yah know wha Im talkin bout' Da type of hoes das gon run they mouth behind the muthafuckin mic But aint gon kill shit and aint gon let shit die These studio gang-style hoes Talkin all dat muthafuckin shit Bitch bring dat shit on to tha doe come on hoe Come on lets go [Chorus] Dont sang it hoe (hoe) You gotta bring it hoe (hoe) Now dont be sangin hoe (hoe) You gotta bring it hoe (hoe) Cuz Im da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Bitchy you love to hate You think you know me bitch (bitch) But you dont know me hoe (hoe) You wanna start some shit den bring it to da doe Cuz Im da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Bitchy you love to hate [Verse 1] Da stout bitch, but Im packin da fat ass beer belly Niggas wanna get in my shit, but they aint ready If its somethin you wanna get den go get it If Im not strapped den Im packin da mesheti I dont give a fuck cut chu bitches up like spaghetti Shootin off 70 rounds so dont test me Im out hurr just doin my thang, you gon let me Ima keep keepin it real, so dont sweat it Fight a bitch over a nigga I aint petty Put em in da trunk wit da bump of da chevy Holla at my brother Big Steady das so heavy He be droppin pounds of dat shit wit no waitin See yo gurl den pushed it and she ridin da big boi Expy Hooked up wit da Hypnotized Camp so dont hate me Shall not play no games when it come to dat ghetty I dont love none of you bitches, you aint steady [Chorus] Dont sang it hoe (hoe) You gotta bring it hoe (hoe) Now dont be sangin hoe (hoe) You gotta bring it hoe (hoe) Cuz Im da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Bitchy you love to hate You think you know me bitch (bitch) But you dont know me hoe (hoe) You wanna start some shit den bring it to da doe Cuz Im da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Bitchy you love to hate {pieces of If You Aint From My Hood by Project Pat} [Verse 2] I got a fake smile, fake style for you bitches think you wild Let me see you do some thangs, while you over hurr talkin loud Yeah, I hurr you talkin bitch But to me dat talk aint shit Who gon do da talkin at yo funeral when you in da ditch' See I be roastin hoes, but I will (') fa sho Hate to see yo bitch to draw a crowd, I aint gon do nothin doe For dat shit I got some manners to take it to da highest level We can fight or we can shoot dem thangs mayne its wudeva I be lookin innocent waitin for a incident Soon some shit go down you betta know La Chat gon be in it Im gon gather up my crew, den we comin after you If my crew dont come dat mean Im comin wit grenades fool Aint no need in watchin me you betta watch yo back hoe Tell yo mammy to lock da doe and keep da fuckin curtains closed Push rewind and listen good again before you get done in Knowz you a hata in descise tryin to be my friend [Chorus] Dont sang it hoe (hoe) You gotta bring it hoe (hoe) Now dont be sangin hoe (hoe) You gotta bring it hoe (hoe) Cuz Im da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Bitchy you love to hate You think you know me bitch (bitch) But you dont know me hoe (hoe) You wanna start some shit den bring it to da doe Cuz Im da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Bitchy you love to hate [Verse 3] Im talkin shit cuz its you hoes dat always be hatin You think you know me, guess again cuz you got me mistakin I keep my crew mayne its some cheese dat I gotta be makin Cant go to jail den its my freedom dem bastards be takin You think you slick with it, you bitches Im seein you fakin And for you niggas I dont love you, your pockets Im breakin You wanna war I got a friend dat Im bringin and datin A 9 rhuga with tha handle wrapped up in da tapin So tell me why you bitches always be tryin to diss If you aint heard dat Im a bitch dat be handelin fist I hope you think before you think about fuckin wit dis I know you wanna go and snuggle up wit cha dick No disrepect da way I tell it thats always gon be I got my book dat tell yo address and where you gon sleep Go to yo house Im one of the bitches that be climbin da beat Im tired of bitches startin shit, hopin they fuckin wit me [Chorus] Dont sang it hoe (hoe) You gotta bring it hoe (hoe) Now dont be sangin hoe (hoe) You gotta bring it hoe (hoe) Cuz Im da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Bitchy you love to hate You think you know me bitch (bitch) But you dont know me hoe (hoe) You wanna start some shit den bring it to da doe Cuz Im da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Bitchy you love to hate [ Dont Sang It Lyrics ]
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