| Got a bad ass face
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| And a body do the food
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| Can’t help staring at her waist cause I’m in love with how she move
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| Look like poetry emotion when she get down in her groove
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| Even though she peepin me so I’m bout to see what it do
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| (Oh Shawty)
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| Look at how she wobble when she walk with it
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| I can tell how she look naked even though she out-fitted
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| Now you get it backing it up
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| A regular brother be packing it up
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| Better one tired you acting me girl I known for flipping and smacking it up
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| Letting you know
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| If you let me get a hold her ain’t gonna let go
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| Baby girl got me losing control
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| By the way you move fast and move it slow
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| Droppin it low
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| Pick it back up and wine on me
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| Bust it open grind on me
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| Make it feel like it’s mine only
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| Show yo naked spine on me
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| Grab me by the I don’t know where you headin
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| Only hit the corner put it on me then you got me begging
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| Please! |
| Please!
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| Shawty is you crazy, do da good lady
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| Yeah
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| Girl my game is legendary but I hear that you the truth
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| Know my swagger is trough the roof and my rims looking bigger than a hola-hoop
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| Pretty chick the type to melt, real good shape just like my health
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| Soon as she says she likes my belt, hit her with a quick stroke like Michael
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| felts
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| They call me Chamillionaire, millions yeah that’s what I’m bout
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| I ain’t talking millions cause to me ya million is not a lot
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| If you talk my language baby, I’m a be right there on the dot
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| I’m a pull up on swaggers baby, Southern styling in my drop
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| TV screens and a satellite play, I’m a tell a hater to have a nice day
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| Break boys off with the trunk on wave, pull up on a mini-truck like HEY!
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| I stay calm, super cool, telling ya girl to remove her shoes
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| Then I might have her twist it front and backwards like a rubrics cube
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| This ain’t even a Mercedes she think it’s a Mayback
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| The back seat got so much space she feel like she way back
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| That boy Koopa goin get jack, you don’t really wanna say that
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| Bet that iron heat ya shirt, start’cha up like lay-flat
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| Never broke, twisted oak, Elvis caddy like a boat
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| Get’cha goggles we fins to float, got air shots so get’cha coat
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| Hold up they keep asking me how I fit them wheels up on the lac?
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| 25 inch fif' wheel, I call it the courter-back
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| All the huslters in the city like «where the heck you order that»
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| Big wheel that’s on the back, this one wheel just ford a flat
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| H-town still on a map, Texas boys still known to stack
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| Texas boys still known to stack, like Mike Jones I brought it back
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| Hooked up with that Chalie Boy I know he’s been in a minute track
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| So much green, all this cheese makes me wanna spinach dip
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| Girl tell me I be talking fly, I was? |
| like tell me why
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| You talking when I’m talking you are the weakest link, goodbye!
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| Used to have a lil money problem, used to have a lil money holder
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| Now my wallet so strength out that I walk around with a money folder
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| Made a quarter, made a quarter, then I turn that to a millie
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| Ya girl leeking while listening to me «how can you compete with me, really» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shawty (feat. Chalie Boy) , by - Chamillionaire. Song from the album Mixtape Messiah 6, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп