Chamillionaire
Chamillionaire - Flow (Runnin' The Game) songtekst
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[Chamillionaire] You can lick the dick on a stick If you don't think that I'm the ish You mad cuz you suck like some lips on a big tit Hoe? No, I'ma laugh Ice clearer then fiber glass U niggaz denyin da blast Don't hide cuz we'll find ya ass Chamillion is kinda mad I wreck like I'ma crash Make niggas rewind it fast Tow-trucks wanna sign my ass So much..ice on my chest Under my nose, on my golds These hoes be thinkin' I was raised by rich eskimo's I'ma walkin' Fort Knox Oops, my fork dropped It's okay, I ride more chops then chop-sticks and porkchops At a chinese buffet, trickin' tricks you got me bent Money spent, never lent sooo you can't have a cent Ya boyfriend talkin' bout, "Hey, where that bastard went" When I grab ya ass and then act like it was a accident I'ma walkin' accident cuz everywhere I go I wreck I'm as throwed as what ya throw to your pet when playin' fetch Neva gone off that wet, I see a big group of groupies Cuz you wrapped in coochie in Gucci don't mean you ain't a hoochie Salute me when you see me, play fetch with fake breasts All thinkin' bout which Swisha House niggas to rape next Watch when Lil' Wayne get mad if I said I make fresh Give me all his beats, lunch money and paycheck Yes, damn that was what I was gonna say next Well nevermind rewind to where I was talkin' bout fake breasts Believe I keep heat wit bullets that heat seats My beeper got more beeps then a Bentley horn, *beep beep* My pager got more pages than a Webster's Dictionary I do mo dirt than a busy gravedigger at a cemetary Nigga you got beef? *Powww* we ate plex "Peek-a-Boo" now u gotta peep hole in ya A-Virex Got em bouncin' like fake checks And throwin they sets Cuz I'm the throwdest to ever wreck a cd or tape deck