[Chamillionaire]
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Industry is saying that boy got skills
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And the streets is saying that boy so real
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Who that boy tracking that boy Chamill'?
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Always give you somethin that boys gon' feel
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"Try to give you somethin that you boys gon' feel" [X4]
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[Chamillionaire imitating Young Jeezy]
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Yeah!
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Still in the streets, still sticking to the plan (plan)
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All this ice on me, got a frosted out hand (hand)
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White coloured Lam' lookin like a snowman (man)
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Hundred karat chain, see the neck, they like "Damn"
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Cheah, y'all know me
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Eff the industry, I'm still the same old G
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Serve to the streets till you lames O.D.
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Mixtapes like crack, the next thang's on me
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[Chamillionaire imitating Jim Jones]
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Some of them be talking but snitch is what we call 'em (snitches)
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I be gettin gwop way from Houston down to Harlem (Harlem)
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We twenty deep if it's a problem
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Don't want nothing truly cause they thinkin we gon' rob 'em
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And you know how we be mobbin
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Police lady talking bout the trouble that we causing (keep it moving)
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You gon' have to keep it moving darling
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And we gon' keep on doing what we doing and what we causing
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[Chamillionaire imitating Lil Wayne]
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Yeah! Young Millionaire, they can't deal with this swagger
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Feel the banana, will squeeze the hammer
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I see your forehead, it will see the handle
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Will eat your money, will feed your ama-
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amal, Rambo, I will enjoy
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I am nutting if she's slutty just like Almond and Joy
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Programmed to kill, get beat, I destroy
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Whatever to get the money, little duffle bag boy
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[Chamillionaire imitating Plies]
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Dope boy, gotta feel me, I'm real tight
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Doing what I really say I do in real life
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Cheque got the chain homie, this some real ice
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A hundred and fifty K for it, that's the real price
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Bust it baby, wanna give me in her living room
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Making music for the hustlers and the real goons
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Let 'em know, album bout to hit 'em real soon
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All you rappers gon' have to make a little room
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[Chamillionaire imitating E-40]
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I don't know what the problem is, pockets thick as a hippopotamus (hippopotamus)
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Breezy lookin in the dash of my drop top, tryna see what mileage is (the mileage is)
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She done flunked about fifteen somethin colleges
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Your opinion is irrelevant as a XXL columnist
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So tell that breezy she better be a skater (skater)
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She's best to get up out of here cause the pimp like me won't date her
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Uhhh, I'm a pimp, you the one that paid her
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Pulling off in my scrape and it black on black like I'm Darth Vader
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[Chamillionaire imitating B.G.]
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Hopped off the porch and homie didn't like that
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So now I roll solo and don't even like cats
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Chain lookin frozen, I'm showing a icepack
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Loyal to the streets, I hand you the mic back
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I put down my pistol and boy they get slapped
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But it ain't even fun cause I know he won't fight back
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Can't leave the streets, they love me just like crack
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I'm like Uncle Sam, yeah homie, I like that
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[Chamillionaire imitating Rick Ross]
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Other rappers just be having million dollar thoughts
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I'm a rapper that can pull a million out my vault
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Do it like boss, don't matter what the cost
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White on white Phantom, sittin fat, I gotta frost
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[Chamillionaire imitating Rich Boy]
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Nobody selling that, record labels falling back
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Back off in these streets, show 'em how to get a stack
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Show these other rappers and these fun trappers how to act
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Throw-throw some D's on it and put some more on top of that
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[Chamillionaire imitating Snoop Dogg]
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She approached me, I ain't approach her
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I had a forty-ounce on my coaster
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You know I want to hit that west coaster
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Candy car blue, that's the Hou on my roadster
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And the same color on my low-low
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Got a couple homies with that chronic for the low-low
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For sho' though, and I ain't with the snitchin, that's a no-no
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That's why I'm riding solo and I'm lookin out for popo
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[Chamillionaire imitating Bun B]
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I'm off the metre, they want me to let 'em know what's the deal (deal)
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Cause I'm a Texas player that's only gon' keep it trill (trill)
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You ain't gotta look for no longer, the trill is here (here)
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| No need for falsifying, them fakers g |
