Lyrics:
called The Traveller's
Rest. Dear Tony Wiggins our tour manager, he told us all about this place because he checked it out before
us. Said "here look,
fronting MC, I hate to cap
You make hit records and you still can't rap
I said it before, I'll say it again
You don't belive me, ask your fans
When I
shit!
Yeah! We laugh, this is TBM radio
You're rocking out with your boy
I got some boys on deck and this boy
He go by the name Fred The Godson!
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up (swipe)
Drop it off in your fucking face, it's the sawed-off (hey, yeah)
Gotta get my ass
to get em,
like Pimp C I'm like hol' up-hol' up
[talking]
Yeah, it's Chamillionaire the Mix Tape Messiah
And right now, I am the Man on Fire
Representing
to move my records to 54 states
Got more work than the mayor do (mayor do)
it stick to niggas that talk shit
like a baller they bitch hair blue
Got
Let’s get it on right now
Don’t hit my phone right now
I’m in my zone right now
If I fuck you out yo thong right now
All in yo home right now
Cause I been
Bridge
We won awards and served them by the millions
The more more years go by, the more we be killin' 'em
They said it's just a fad, it will never last
don't have is a chopper
And a yacht
Three stacks for an hour just to drive it off the lot
Floor seats at the playoffs right next to the mascot
Trying
hit her with the snake when I Slytherin
Caught her coming out of Griffin's door
So I gripped the whore (That's right)
Hit her with the broom stick
She
trusted bro he embezzlement
People be lying and put it on God
But I know that He not with that
Shout out to Jesus cause He turn the cheek
If it was me get
the gas make em bang out and crash it
Slide wit the stick f and n 57
My youngans pop out and they get on ya asses
Gang gang
My youngans a slide back to back
the mix like gumbo
Now how can I stay humble
And make feddy by the bundle
Marv said we got bigger triggas
Mack we got bigger figures
Now
the mix like gumbo
Now how can I stay humble
And make feddy by the bundle
Marv said we got bigger triggas
Mack we got bigger figures
Now
wanna hear your
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
In the mix
I wanna hear your
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
Yeah yeah
Come on
In the mix
Baby we can make it
If
the time right, in the limelight, gotta cash out all my tickets
I've been preachin' up to bigots
So I told em' they could stick it
So bring your beat in, now
right here on you
If I mix fire with water, what would it do?
I let you come meet mother, hoes never do
You said that you really love me, you acting new
na na boo boo
Stick your head in doo doo
I'm not even trying still do it greater than you do
I'm going coo coo and I don't take no kinds of puffs
My
it.
She poured some oats right out of the packet, into the
Bowl and taped herself to it.
Slowly, she walked to the middle of the field,
Looked up
hand that I'm not here to play
Crashing out about some stupid shit guess I wan play that way
Felt a way
Save that for the birds should've said that to my
and pop it
I'm confiscate your brain if you fucking with my profit
I'm hop out with that stick and introduce them to some hot shit
On the block with 30
done
Lot of shit, been on my mind
So I stay to myself
Who gone really stick around
When I need someone there
Not myself right na
Uh un
I'm just by myself
a diaper n' he hangs it on a stick
Over his back n' goes headin' on down by the pierside.
He gettin' on down by the pierside,
His manager's down there
fronting mc, I hate to cap
You make hit records and you still can?t rap
I said it before, I?ll say it again
You don?t belive me, ask your fans
When I
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