Lyrics Ni**a Comin' Clean - La Chat
(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withdrawn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
1 Intro
2 Don't Sang It
3 A Crumb 2 A Brick
4 You Ain't Mad Iz Ya
5 Ghetto Ballin'
6 Slob On My Cat
7 Salt Shakers Hotline
8 Salt Shakers
9 Peanut Butter
10 U Claimin' You're Real
11 Make Somethin'
12 Ain't No Ni**a
13 Ni**a Comin' Clean
14 What Kinda B**ch Do You Want
15 I Don't Trust Dem Boys
16 Yeah, I Rob
17 Wolf Pack
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