Flow (Shut Up) |
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Flow (Shut Up) Lyrics |
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 What, Swishahouse, Sucka FreeKiss our ass if you bootlegging Hold up Watts, bring that back Chamillionaire, let me and Paul Wall Get some of that.. [Chamillionaire] Look, I`m not the type to brag about the size of my dick Cause I would rather brag about, the size of my chips My dimes and my nick`s, and how I ride with your sis With a diamond in my ear, about the size of your fist Keep your eyes on my wrist, while I shine and I gliss Don`t sip-sip syrup, I`m buying the Crys` I think some of y`all niggaz, just trying to piss Me off, cause your girlfriend dying to kiss this Baller on the lips, I`m calling it quit`s Ain`t rapping no mo` after this, you wish Get your mind correct, Chamillionaire wreck The stereo don`t even wanna, let the tape out your deck Throw up your set, and take notes for my lesson Everywhere I go, I hear dumb ass questions Do you know Slim Thug, is he really a thug Is Ron C a DJ, or does that nigga sell drugs Get out my face, before I slap out the taste I`m not really in the mood, for catching a case Haters get erased, you can ask he`s a Leo Your woman wanna be my queen, wanna be my Cleo Patra I slap a, rapper with a stack of Big faces gold platinum, and make em put my plack up Don`t bring good luck, I bring niggaz damage Could make niggaz panic, when I chop it up in Spanish No no, problemo it`s all to the bueno Knock knock Michael Watts, go on pass me a demo Keep-keep it real, and the keep the Chamillion on your mind Spit fire every line, now you can press rewind (*talking*) Bring it back one mo` time It`s Paul Wall.. |
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