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Chalupa
(专辑: Crime Pays - 2009)
[Verse 1] Yo this flow here is bulimics, anemic, yo red beam it Plus I
got it on, you aint never seen it, never seen it Some people say I'm conceited, but dougie I
never cheated Oh boy you'll get deleted, believe it, I
could achieve it cuz look Im on a
Yamaha, laughing like ha ha ha Na na na, want to talk, shots speak ra ra ra Crib is like mardigra, no beads grow weed Court case, courtside, nigga in the
nose bleeds OG, Goatee, proceed, whole Ki's Sorta like a
janitor, stay within a
parameter Niggas got the
hammer bra, don't care about a
camera Could they put that dress off, first like grand ma ma Hope you got the
stamina, because niggas be on worst Blow reefa, no sneaker, thought this was a
converse I
told baby girl damn that's a
hard purse But you gotta get it in flavors girl like starburst [Chorus] We counting money, yo doggie we couting money Yo shit aint even funny, but look at we counting money Yo stupid up on the
stoope, the
game is in a
stoope Cuz look we get chalupa, cha cha cha cha cha cha chalupa love [Verse 2] Winter time, I'm heated why they frigid Lenox ave boy working with 8
digits Summer time came through in our may blizzaards Old ladies looking like damn they did it Cuz huh, I
got to forty fifth just to get a
snack box 2
piece, apple pie, feds taking snap shots they know I'm known for hot rims, fast drops big trucks, big jewels, whys from the
have nots now every pocket on my clothing dawg, have knots 10, 20, 30, 40, 50 thousand; jack pot call my block gravel, (why) its mad rocks im the
owner of the
team, fuck the
mascot sucking mad cock, 650 rag top damn, don't get hit with the
jab that my dad got yall sasquatch, put it on your laptop yo not a
door, but yessir its pad locked [Chorus] [Verse 3] We do the
interstate, baby where the
state patrol With 50lbs, and I
aint talking bout an eight year old It can take a
toll, hoping you can get parole Play your role, the
heat is so hot it can make you cold And they say ima son of a
bitch Why, cuz I
be with your son and your bitch You don't deserve her, your fair we wont hurt her We taught her to be a
squirter, your sons about murder Your brother well he my worker, your sister well she my slurper Your mom her ass is fat, my niggas they call her bertha Once a
week they might server her, with dick they gon serve her Now she whining like a
baby, well maybe we'll get her gerber Smack her on her ass, warm milk, then we burp her Yeah we left her nurtured, but well earth her, before we chirp her You'll be a
punching bag, fam well put our beats on her Or the
Klu klux, white sheet on her or Miami jersey put the
heat on her Or a
door mate I'm gone put my feet on her Creep on em, leap on em yeah park the
jeep on em Americas most wanted, with no warrant! [Chorus]
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