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We've found 19 lyrics, 100 artists, and 34 albums matching chunk up the duece by dj luis:


Albums:

Louis & Luis: Louis Armstrong and Luis Russell 1929-1941 (Louis Armstrong) · Chunk of Change (Passion Pit) · Chunk of Change (Passion Pit) · Latin Stars Karaoke: Luis Miguel, Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Luis Miguel (Luis Miguel) · Lo Mejor De Luis Fonsi (Luis Fonsi) · Latin Stars Karaoke: Luis Fonsi (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Luis Miguel (Luis Miguel) · Shapes: Circles Complied By Robert Luis (Alice Russell) · Lo Mejor de José Luis Perales (José Luis Perales) – and 24 other albums »


and chunk the duece up
These 84s would make a hatta put his shoes up
And you ain't shit if you ain't never been screwed up [x2]

[Verse 2: Trae]
I'm in
ain't selling records don't get mad
'Cause you see me ballin' hard in a dropped Jag
When you see me at the source chunk up the duece
'Cause I represent
and chunk the duece up
These 84s would make a hatta put his shoes up
And you ain't shit if you ain't never been screwed up [x2]

[Verse 2: Trae]
I'm in
and chunk the duece up
These 84s would make a hatta put his shoes up
And you ain't shit if you ain't never been screwed up [x2]

[Verse 2: Trae]
I'm in
[Chorus]
I got bobby by the pound Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon b**** the game belong to me 
I got bobby by the pound Whitney by
in front of me.
In the next moment this guise,
Well I meen this chunk of my love for you
Started flying up to the ceiling slowly,
Then smashed into
get smacked up
By the are-you-N-D-M-see (that's where it's at cuz)
Known as the tough cats, kickin' tough rough raps
In jeans, leather jackets, my
is kind of insane
I Scarecrow with mystical styles
Niggas are getting buck wild
Look at my dirty fouls
Bodies are stacked up by pounds
You want to fuck
[Chorus]
I got bobby by the pound Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon b**** the game belong to me 
I got bobby by the pound Whitney by
walked over and I told her I wanted to know if she can 
Shake the chunk that's in the trunk
Shawty let's dance

[Chorus]
'Cause I love the way you
a group and sell the poop on eBay

Danger with the vest screamin "Shoot the DJ!"
Doom clickin over two chickens, three-way
Four in the 5, a cork
grain
Big body sittin wide enough to take up both lanes
I chunk up the duece for the North and the South
And the boys with that hard and that soft in
Yeah, ha hah!
It's your boy DJ Seven-Duece
It's a lot of hoes in here fellas, ha hah!
So why you lookin' at that other nigga?
Ha hah! All
on the low
Yeah I like my music slow, yeah I like my train mud
I'm chopped up by Michael Watts, it's Paul Wall baby that's what's up

Eighty-fo's
[Chorus x2]
You throw Rose by the case [?]
Three hundred dollar jewellery [?] we [?] by the cases.
You define my case, Gucci is got no laces
It's
[Chorus]

[DJ Paul]
yeah, aww shit they shine them blues up on my candy
they said somebody done dropped the dime but these
playa hatas can stand me
and now
the first time, plus the car show
Late night ripping up the mic, and sipping bar slow
If I was doing bad, he would chunk me some ends
And if I was
to Tomma

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!
Ayyo from H-Town, southwest stop drop and roll
If I chunk the dub up, the whole hood rock n roll
Braeswood, Woolfair,
a white cup in my hand, we might toast
I got Hump I got Redd to the side, we'll chunk it up
Uh ain't no drank in the cup, 'cause I done already drunk it