Chamillionaire
Chamillionaire - Flow (Ms. Jackson) songtekst
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What's da supa king K Double O-P-A Say If i say hey, can i get yo number she say, OK U ask for her number and she be like, No Way! Got da boots sayin What it Do instead of whodi Everybody that think that the Chamillion can't rap I couldn't make a wack rap if my name was J-Mack I'm just jokin mack i take that back But i just gave u a shout out nigga, u can't hate that! Big twenkey inch leenas, clarion car screenas Got hoes sayin "Woop, Pull over" like Trina I'm not a drank leena cuz i rather sip zima Yellow braud named Trina take my drawes to da cleaners Im above u, u under me like an umbrella Don't even try to front like yo game is much betta If she yellow as the letters in my iceberg sweeta Then u betta not let her leave home cuz i'll gett'a Im thugged out foreva, weak.. i think not! Im as throwed as a rock in a shot slingshot Knock, knock!! who is it? None of yo damn business Its da color changin' lizard so shut up until he's finish Nigga, i roll chrome and I'll pull up in yo home Ice lookin like i stuck my finger in a snowcone When it comes to this rap, u can't do me no harm I would still be calm with a bomb in my palm And a big stick of dynamite strapped to my arm Three W's dot, get of my dick dot com I don't wear versace cuz i ain't tryin to be cute I gave my lawyer da boot cuz he try to put me in a suit Eat meat with big tig and im throwed al pauldin Twenty inch rollers, sean john on my clothin And U of H downtown every semester I might pop up in a drop with blindside and lester Nigga, nik nak paddy wack Hold up man, matter fact I almost forgot to give a shout out to da alley cats My nigga, A D, A Lee, and Slim T Bun B, and Ron C and Big T-I-M-P Gotta pour some liquor out for them boys up on da south No need to spell it out cuz yall now what im talkin bout