Flow (Parking Lot Pimpin`) |
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Flow (Parking Lot Pimpin`) Lyrics |
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 Chamillionaire, lookCheck.. [Chamillionaire] Ladies and Gents, in the prince of all parking lot pimps Yes I`m the Grinch and I ride twenty inch, like it`s a synch Might convince your woman, to let me leave my paw prints On her ass, take a pinch while you watch like a wimp Look it don`t make sense, rims bigger than Shawn Kemp I maneuver the big body, like I`m parking a blimp I`m the thoedest speaker, to ever speak through a speaker Talk down on Chamillion, I`ll fix your face with my sneakers I get more green, than a whole forest full of reefer You just mad, cause you can`t afford a smart beep-beeper I`m the crooked chrome creeper, from the gutter young thugger Chrome rims looking bigger, than your seventh grade brother Not a lover, she just trying to put me in a lip-lock I can`t stay with you girl, I can only make a pit stop Big rocks what I rock, and I sip plenty of Henny While you losing your fame and game, like Penny and Lil` Penny Even Arsenio Hall, the Chamillion ball All them girls down South, is trying to give him the draws Just look at me dog, if she ain`t wanna date me she would hate me If she ain`t wanna rape me, she`d try to choke my neck and shake me Dumb nerd, scratch everything you already done heard I could go platinum if my album, was in mo` than one word And I`m throwed with no drank, is that dank nigga no thanks Don`t think your girl see me on the streets, if she won`t faint Look I never take her, to the mall and shop Some niggaz ain`t tripping, but Chamillion ain`t tricking Pulling something foreign, off the lot I`ma watch your lip hang, when I pull up on thangs If you gon get with me, you got to have Your own money, for a Prada bag Me and Pic, is hopping out a Jag Gripping wood grain, stacking our change |
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