Flow (They Ain`t Ready) |
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Flow (They Ain`t Ready) Lyrics |
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 [Chamillionaire]The Buddhists they holla Buddah, make sinners say hollaluah I`m the God of mix tapes, watch me drive the Impala through the Ghetto twenty inch metal, go get your two college rulers I`ll teach you how to correct your speech, but I`m not a tutor How you playas gonna deny the answer, to all your prayers It`s not fair, you can not compete Chamillionaire Attitude stinky, from now on when I`m round y`all Sniff I know you can feel me nigga, like a bloodhound dog I done took over the streets, so they call me the groundhog When these boys on a cold streak, I bring heat like a brown log In the fire place you fired, I`m the boss you the maid I would suspend you with no pay, but you never got paid Don`t talk down shut up, like a attic door on the ceiling Boy I`m a villain, you ain`t got no roar you`s a kitten Sipping on some sour milk, Color Changin` tower get crushed There ain`t a plane, that can wreck and crash harder than us Seems like we beefing, but I ain`t even know we had problems Maybe cause our money`s stacked, like Tetris rows in columns Not a Saint I`m a lunatic, Nelly ain`t colder than him You going down down baby, speak on us again You can`t win won`t say your name, unless you get rich off of me Cause if I say your name, then that would be free publicity Speak under your breath about royalty, is something you don`t do And I bet you think this song is about you, don`t you |
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