Flow (You`ve Got Mail) |
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Flow (You`ve Got Mail) Lyrics |
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 You`ve Got Mail[Chamillionaire] A walkin` holiday, my nickname is Ballaween *whistles* plop, watch out for the fallin` screens Got more green then a seattle supersonic sweater letter Ice is nothin` but light like the weight of a feather My ring is a prostitute, my princess cut slut Stick ya finger in her butt and it`ll cost 10 bucks Ice crushed like a slush but it ain`t nothin` to we If a nigga walk into a store and spend less then a G Like shaggy, it wasn`t me, that`s somethin` you`ll never see See I see more ice then crushed ice in a icee Matter-fact if my rap were wack, I`d still make stacks Could go platinum if I dissed every city on every track If I was born with a mean midget attached to my arm I`d still be the one that hoes wanna take to the prom Mad `cause you get as many girls as a gang full of gay boys My trunk got more bump then a ass full of himroids I`ma, trade in a benz for a pinto with no rims And ask the hoes again "You still wanna be friends?" It seems like all them haters been hatin` us lately Because we get more icing then donuts and pastries 100 G`s or 8 G`s, don`t matter I`ll make G`s We make more dough then Keebler elves in bakery`s Don`t hate me, hate the game Don`t hate that we make change Chamillionaire came through and I`ll correct your brain |
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