What kind of bitch do you need A bitch that's ready to ride What kind of bitch do you want A bitch that's packin What kind of bitch do you need A bitch
Превод: La'Chat. Какво Малко Bitch Искате ли.
If you'd relax a little I'm glad I inspire you But Stan, why are you so mad? Try to understand That I do want you as a fan I just don't want you to do
minute, I'll act a fool Ya don't like how I'm livin'? Bitch fuck you (Uh, uh) That's right I'm a rude ass nigga Quick to do you, cut a fool ass nigga
-ass nigga, quick to do you, cut a fool- ass nigga Weighin' in at 'bout a buck six-five And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live, that's right You
you behind Coz all you ever do is just bring me down So would you let me be? Or I'll make you disappear When you hear the word money thats the only time you
, what kind of class is this?" Yo, next to me said, "Whats wrong with you man, this is a lesson That makes you feel fine, kinda ease your nerves and
a hot chevy 'Le I know's a few niggas that plot to bury J Wanna scar my face put a shot in my derrier What you gon do when we send shots from every
Ridin' nigga posted up Fuck you bitches up when I come gunnin' Lettin' the lugers bust Chat, you got my fuckin' back? (La Chat) Yeah I got your fuckin
light 'cause that conditioning aint working [La Chat] Nigga who gives a fuck what kinda friend or kid that he be to you I'm bout my smokin', chokin', chiefin', fuck what you and him do
by Wal-Greens We 'bout to go head on and break this bread Ya see what I'm saying? What you gone do? Bitch, you can picture the pain, I rip you in vain
hindus state you will die I know you lay petrified Cause Infamous set you right Wit' shotguns and falsty knives That blow you clear out of sight You're
if you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Stan why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan I just don't want you to do
and twist em Bruce'll fall back bitch see the solar system Hoes - never kiss em, fuck get a dick sucked You better than what? More hoes than who? Can
, if you got a problem Bitch cross that kinda line I'ma give 'em what they ask for What they want, that street talk I'ma give 'em what they ask for What
you'd relax a little, I'm glad that I inspire you, but Stan Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan I just don't want you to do