(feat. Da Stooie Bros., Slim Thug)
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[Mickael]
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Cold Chamber
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[Chorus:]
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[Mickael in background]
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[Slim Thug] I'm smoking kush, gettin' higher than a plane (Swanananana...)
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And the Cadillac sittin' on the thangs (Swanananana...)
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I'm so high, can't control my brain (Swanananana...)
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Where everybody keep staring at me, mayne (Swanananana...)
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[Rich Rap] I got that bloom blap boom in the trunk (Swanananana...)
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I got a superbad babby in the front (Swanananana...)
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And every time, they see fly by, I be like (Swanananana...)
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Swanananana, na, na (Swanananana...)
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[Verse 1: Baby Bash]
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I roll around, made higher than gas prices
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And I don't even got a valid driver's license
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I'm pushin' luxury wheels, my pictures lookin' priceless
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My primo Pica and the clika hook me with the paisas
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They hang themselves when they see the Suicide doors
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I'm in the game, mayne, gettin' all them high scores
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Trunk quakin' and it's shakin' up my rear view
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I'm livin' barbecue, mayne, you livin' mildew
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I'm a factor, not an actor, comin' through in a Hummer tracker
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Got them pills and pur-falactic, mayne, that player's makin' racket
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That boy Bash be hustlin', he be handlin'
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Catch 'em out in Vegas, pimpin', panderin' and gamblin'
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[Repeat Chorus]
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[Verse 2: Slim Thug]
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Thugga flyin' first class and ain't talkin' about a plane (Naw)
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I'm talkin' 'bout the sticky icky sack of Mary Jane (Uh)
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So gone off the smoke, feel like I'm 'bout to crash (Roll up)
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That's what a nigga get for gettin' high with that Bash
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Paint lookin' splish-splash, Pops got me on they radar
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I'm tryin' to take you home, baby, I don't need to stay far (Let's go)
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Roll with the Thug, gon' show her Hogg love
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Cause you the baddest bitch I done seen in this club
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I ain't lookin' for no love, I'm lookin' for a freak (Uh, freak)
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Now let me beat it up, til I fall out to sleep (Hun)
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The boss dive deep, better ask around 'bout me (Bout me)
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I keep them girls sprung, they say they can't live without me
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[Repeat Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Da Stooie Bros.]
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[Rich Rap]
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I got that bloom blap
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Blap-pap-that, pitty-pat, pimpin' that idi-at
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Slap that back, that baby gon' clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
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Hangin' out the Cadil-liac
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Follow that slip, that sauce, that wet, that drip
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Drippin' wet, never slip
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I'm elegant, but I can't help that we melt all over shit
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Who you rollin' with
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[Angel Dust]
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I got that blap bloom
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That zoom-zoom, wham-wham, swananananana, I
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Put it in the air, put it in her life, fly by like I die-die-die
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Frustating, didn't see, know why
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Paint pretty wet with the butter in her tie
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No lie, we're high, all night
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[Grimm]
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And we don't care, hands in the air
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Raised with the shades, squares don't compare
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I'm bowlin' dowlie, dowlie, rollie, rollie, yeah, I'm rollin'
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And yeah, you better know it, if you don't, then get up on it, aw, ready
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[Repeat Chorus]
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Swanananana
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| Baby Bash |
