[Lil Flip (Chamillionaire): Talking] What, Swishahouse, SuckaFree Kiss a ass if you bootleggin' (Hold up, Watts, bring that back) (Chamillionaire, let me and Paul Wall get some of that) [Chamillionaire] Look I'm not the type to brag about the size of my dick Cuz I would rather brag about the size of my chips My dimes and my nicks and how I ride with ya sis' with a diamond in my ear, bout the size of ya fist Keep ya eyes on my wrist, while I shine and I glist Don't sip-sip-syrup, I'm buyin the Cris' I think some of yall niggaz, just tryin' to piss me off cuz ya girlfriend dying to kiss this baller on the lips I'm callin' it quits, ain't rappin' no more after this you wish Get ya mind correct Chamillionaire wreck a stereo don't even wanna let the tape out the deck Throw up ya set, and take notes for my lesson Everywhere I go I hear dumb ass questions "Do you know Slim Thug, is he really a thug?" "Is Ron C a DJ or does that nigga sell drugs?" Get out my face, before I slap out the taste I'm not really in the mood for catchin' a case Haters get erased you can ask Ceas-a-Leo Ya woman wanna be my queen, wanna be my Cleo Patra I'll slap her, wrap her with a stack of big faces go platinum and make em' put my plaque up Don't bring good luck, I bring niggaz damage Could make niggaz panic, when I chop it up in spanish; No-No problemo', it's all to the bue'no Not-Not Michael Watts gon' pass me a demo Keep-Keep it real and keep the Chamillion on ya mind Spit fire every line, now you can press rewind [Track Rewinds then ends]
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Copy to Clipboard: [Lil Flip (Chamillionaire): Talking] What, Swishahouse, SuckaFree Kiss a ass if you bootleggin' (Hold up, Watts, bring that back) (Chamillionaire, let me and Paul Wall get some of that) [Chamillionaire] Look I'm not the type to brag about the size of my dick Cuz I would rather brag about the size of my chips My dimes and my nicks and how I ride with ya sis' with a diamond in my ear, bout the size of ya fist Keep ya eyes on my wrist, while I shine and I glist Don't sip-sip-syrup, I'm buyin the Cris' I think some of yall niggaz, just tryin' to piss me off cuz ya girlfriend dying to kiss this baller on the lips I'm callin' it quits, ain't rappin' no more after this you wish Get ya mind correct Chamillionaire wreck a stereo don't even wanna let the tape out the deck Throw up ya set, and take notes for my lesson Everywhere I go I hear dumb ass questions "Do you know Slim Thug, is he really a thug?" "Is Ron C a DJ or does that nigga sell drugs?" Get out my face, before I slap out the taste I'm not really in the mood for catchin' a case Haters get erased you can ask Ceas-a-Leo Ya woman wanna be my queen, wanna be my Cleo Patra I'll slap her, wrap her with a stack of big faces go platinum and make em' put my plaque up Don't bring good luck, I bring niggaz damage Could make niggaz panic, when I chop it up in spanish; No-No problemo', it's all to the bue'no Not-Not Michael Watts gon' pass me a demo Keep-Keep it real and keep the Chamillion on ya mind Spit fire every line, now you can press rewind [Track Rewinds then ends]
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