La Chat

La Chat - Nigga Comin' Clean lyrics

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[Chorus]

Niggas comin clean rollin' mean

I gettin' about tired of that shit

That's the, that's the type of shit

that'll make you click and get yo ass in

[repeat Chorus 6X]

[Verse One]

Ballin' through my hood, ain't you clean fool?

Sho nuff finna get stuck up

Turn that bitch (??) the car

Make a sound I'm gonna buck

Snatch 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' niggas, especially niggas think the gonna fuck

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 bitch 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 shit 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 niggas comin' clean then drop it off ya fuckin' ass biatch!

[Chorus] - repeat 4X

(Verse Two)

I'm jackin' these niggas 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 bitches run

I'm tired of ho niggas stun

I'll take your ass 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And make you withdrawn your money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 fucking 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 niggas can't fuck with me

I keep me a mean disguise

I'll hit you while you'll while you asleep

That shit'll it be calling me, I try not to be like that

The cleaner you niggas come, the closer I keep my gat

I'm all about dollars bills, sometimes it will make me kill

Them bitches 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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