Flow (Da Bomb) |
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Flow (Da Bomb) Lyrics |
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 [Chamillionaire]Big shots, we switchin` block Big shots, we stretchin` blocks So many, rocks in the watch It looks like connect-the-dots Cribs..we got more spots then dalmations and polka dots You tried to, handcuff your girl, came home to broke locks Swangers..just poking out, Chamillionaire is really seen But if I seen with my heat, it`s more then a scary dream Carry green, santa claus be puttin` presents under me I`m showin` so much green I`m glowin` like a damn christman tree Strippers be, thinkin` the, Koopa gonna tip a G Wouldn`t see me tip a G` if the bra was a triple-D Flip a key, nah only flip I know is sucka free I`m up in the club wearing more then jewlrey then Mr. T Oohh!, I got to be the throwdest nigga to ever spit Mama must`ve gave me birth on the toilet `cuz I`m the ish Ice in the kiss, hoes know that Koopa`s grill is sick Ice on the wrist, dick froze everytime I take a piss Ice on the pinky ring, boy gotta color changin` chain Don`t call me out my name, gorilla not orangutang Screens fall like uh rain Everytime I swang the lane You should`ve brought an umbrella nigga stop complainin` mayne Hop out a gator quick, know why I make haters sick? Cuz I`m glowin` harder than that beam on darth vader`s stick Cock back and spray the clip two off the hater`s list 22 didn`t barely fit So I ruff ryde like Jadakiss Screens in a drop lit Me in the cock-pit In every conversation, Koopa`s the topic Plus I`m the top pick "How the hell he got rich" Pull a drop off the lot, or a yacht off a dock quick |
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