Flow (Runnin` The Game) |
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Flow (Runnin` The Game) Lyrics |
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 [Chamillionaire]You can lick the dick on a stick If you don`t think that I`m the ish You mad cuz you suck like some lips on a big tit Hoe? No, I`ma laugh Ice clearer then fiber glass U niggaz denyin da blast Don`t hide cuz we`ll find ya ass Chamillion is kinda mad I wreck like I`ma crash Make niggas rewind it fast Tow-trucks wanna sign my ass So much..ice on my chest under my nose, on my golds These hoes be thinkin` I was raised by rich eskimo`s I`ma walkin` Fort Knox Oops, my fork dropped It`s okay, I ride more chops then chop-sticks and porkchops At a chinese buffet, trickin` tricks you got me bent Money spent, never lent sooo you can`t have a cent Ya boyfriend talkin` bout, "Hey, where that bastard went" When I grab ya ass and then act like it was a accident I`ma walkin` accident cuz everywhere I go I wreck I`m as throwed as what ya throw to your pet when playin` fetch Neva gone off that wet, I see a big group of groupies Cuz you wrapped in coochie in Gucci don`t mean you ain`t a hoochie Salute me when you see me, play fetch with fake breasts All thinkin` bout which Swisha House niggas to rape next Watch when Lil` Wayne get mad if I said I make fresh Give me all his beats, lunch money and paycheck Yes, damn that was what I was gonna say next Well nevermind rewind to where I was talkin` bout fake breasts Believe I keep heat wit bullets that heat seats My beeper got more beeps then a Bentley horn, *beep beep* My pager got more pages than a Webster`s Dictionary I do mo dirt than a busy gravedigger at a cemetary Nigga you got beef? *Powww* we ate plex "Peek-a-Boo" now u gotta peep hole in ya A-Virex Got em bouncin` like fake checks And throwin they sets Cuz I`m the throwdest to ever wreck a cd or tape deck |
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