U Claimin’ You’re Real lyrics

by

Project Pat


[Chorus]
b*tch you claimin yo real

[Verse 1: La Chat]
I got these b*tches jockin' me, 'cause I stay on they mind
I'm strickly di*kly while you lickin' I don't f*ck with ya kind
Yeah, you's a weak ho, f*ck ya, ain't no love for ya ass
You f*ck with me you talk that sh*t I hope you ready to blast
It be these ugly b*tches talkin' always sayin' my name
It be these ugly b*tches f*ckin all these n*ggas for fame
A big mistake is when you f*ck up and you f*ck with La Chat
Your ass is coward as some ????? 'cause I do not play that
You in my face b*tch talkin' I don't pay you no tention
I got you hot, 'cause every time you speak my name it get mention
You tellin sad story lies everything just to kick it
You don't get the picture yet stupid b*tch I ain't listenin'
La Chat I'm strapped I'm stayin' focused got ya ass figured out
You keep on talkin' watch out ho 12 gauge slug in yo mouth
A real b*tch you done ran across you better be scared
'Cause La Chat don't give a f*ck about doin' time in the fed

[Chorus]
b*tch you claimin yo real

[Verse 2: Project Pat]
I'm Mr. ride on these b*tches who talk that sh*t to me
A homicide on these b*tches, a murder in the street
Hypnotize, stackin' riches and you ain't got a dime
Poppin' slugs into snitches, 'cause I ain't doin' time
Project Pat, I'm in this mutha, I know you hear this sh*t
I shot yo dog and yo brother, you betta feel this sh*t
n*ggas hatin' undercover but smiles in my mug
Coward ass motherf*ckers, I'll smoke you like some bud
I got that thang c*cked and ready, to hell with some peace
Cookin' beef like spaghetti, a blood recipe
Suckas need to get some cheddar, my name out ya cap
But you gets a bloody sweater, a permanent nap
All this dissin' in your rappin' just shows you's a ho
All this talkin' and this flappin', I let some bullets flow
Through the air to your d-izz-ome, connectin' the dots
Meet your end from the chr-izz-ome, the Glock hit the spot
[Chorus]
b*tch you claimin yo real

[Verse 3: La Chat]
Look at me ho, I'm smilin', but you know ain't no love
You turn that smile upside down, b*tch and what you see is my mug
Now I'mma break it down so plain and I'm gonna make it so simple
You in the wrong and now it's on the Mossberg pump to your temple
See I don't f*ck with b*tches b*tch I kick it with the thugs
And I be burin' hoes like you and keep it on the hush-hush
You wanna witness what I issue wanna see I ain't playin'
La Chat won't f*ck with nar’ ho so what the f*ck is you sayin'
Now this the bizness motherf*cker first I need me a witness
Jump with that thang ready to bang I got whoever get in it
I told you b*tches once before you hoes ain't ready for anna
Don't give a f*ck sh*t mane what's up I'm buckin' b*tches at random
I'm makin' it known in every way La Chat ain't barrin' no hoes
And for you n*ggas f*ck you too I'm buckin' holes thru the doe
I hope you think that I'm a b*tch that's only talkin' that sh*t
I show your ass that I'm a ho get make up everywhere b*tch

[Repeat Chorus]
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