(*humming*)
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[Chamillionaire]
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Now she's mo-ving through the club, in her gangsta strut
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Her weapon's loaded up, and now she's aiming to bust ow-ow
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So gangsta, the way she shoots
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You found a thug, I'm down with you
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Instead of filling him up with lead, with gun shots to the head
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She's at the bar she's getting him drunk, and he taking shots to the head
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Now he's laying stiff off in the bed, but no he's not really dead
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See that punk drunk and he passed out, while she dash out with his bread
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You bum a clot see you done forgot, nigga you dumb you not
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Suppose to go buy a mall for a hoe, cause she wanna shop
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See ya not suppose to buy a car lot, cause she want a drop
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Maybe not go buy a mountain, just cause that hoe wanted a rock
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Niggaz better stick to the G-code, speaking to hoes with my teeth froze
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I peep hoes like a peephole, cause I'm sneaky I sneak hoes
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Like a thief out of the clothes, and they don't even expect it
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One minute she's telling her friend I'm cute, until poof she's naked
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Yes it's the thick hips and the big tits, and her lipstick and her cleavage
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And her weave is weaponry, and security didn't see this
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She is dressed to kill, you blind if you think she ain't a
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Visual Soprano can't handle her, cause she's gangsta
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(*humming*)
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[Chamillionaire]
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She cocks it back and pull and shoot, cause she can see I'm pulling roofs
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Off the top of the new drop, but she forgot I'm bulletproof
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My chest is a permanent vest, I guess I'm not who you thought
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No matter how fine or smart, a girl can not damage my heart
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Think you've guessed it right, she's trying to get you for your cream
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But it's alright tonight, I've also got a scheme
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To hear nice things, like I wan' get between them jeans
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And then I'ma send you home, ain't nothing but wedding dreams
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See every cent is equivalent to a bullet, so it ain't no
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Damn hoe, giving me the shooter run out of my ammo
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I'm like Rambo in the cruiser, I maneuver with a Ruger
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Cause I'm sitting propped up on the non-stoppers, any jacker with a prover
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Excuse her who you talking to sir, nigga I'm talking to you
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See that hoe came in the club with me, how could she walk in with you
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Nigga I don't know I ain't certain, you ain't gotta be no brain surgeon
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If you got game then it ain't working, nigga getting two to the brain curtains
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You seen that show t.v. Bachelor, how them ladies react
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Well everyday Chamillionaire's life is like, a episode of that
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Ha-ha her car break down on a hill, I bet she make you get out and push
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Taking that chick to Foot Locker, she never leave without a Swoosh and that's gangsta
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(*talking*)
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[Chamillionaire]
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Million tempted by female, them smelling so good
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She get in bed he swelling, she tell him he sho' should
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Sex and sweat and yelling, them can tell I'm so hood
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So I think I'm bout to claim her, I'm bout to tame her
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Danger, damage you better believe she ain't ya
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Average type of gangsta, excuse me what is your name girl
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Danger, she's dressed to kill she's gangsta
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Looking like a model, while she's kissing trying to bang ya
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Smoking holes in dead bodies, just pulling hoes with their bodies
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Full of tattoos matter fact who, running with boo and nails prbably
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A drug dealer or a thug nigga, with a couple rocks in his left shoe
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Chopping up rocks till he get through, but he trying to get a knot to impress you
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Tell me what the hell is his purpose, putting diamonds all on her fist
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The reason you doing dirt kiss, money could buy that guy he's worthless
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Game tighter than her skirt is, as she leaves him in pieces
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Till she eases her cleavage out, and sees it's his weakness
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Think, your body's tight the mood is right and if it seems
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That you're not in love with my money, more than me
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I'll be the king on the throne, you can be my queen
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Baby let's get it on, come be on my dream team
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(*humming*)
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[Chamillionaire]
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See I'm telling you fellas, she more gangsta than you'll ever be
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She get cheddar can get a G, without cocking the desert E'
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Never shot been on lock a lot, but it wasn't for felonies
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