| Uuuhh!
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| I think it’s only right till we hit 'em with some H-Town ammunition
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| Chamillionaire, Doughbeezy, Marcus Manchild!
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| They say we ain’t got it like that, so you know what? |
| Let’s get it!
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| Just give me two homes in different locations
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| Just make one and live the most spacious
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| And two rollies dipped in gold faces
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| And two girls that’s known to switch places!
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| Ready? |
| Let’s get that!
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| Let’s get that, let’s go!
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| Lemme know if you with that
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| You with that? |
| Let’s go!
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| Just give me two yellow bones with cute faces
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| Gotta be backin' up or be basic!
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| TV screens is looking like Matrix
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| Cars so fast, the police can’t chase it!
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| Ready? |
| Let’s get that!
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| Let’s get that, let’s go!
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| Lemme know if you with that!
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| You with that? |
| Let’s go, we can get it now!
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| Let’s go! |
| Got tired of waitin', got tired of hopin'
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| I’m a chain, so icey, you can ride the sloap an'
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| I’ll extend the swing if they ridin' pokin'
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| And the pencil wet, I’m feelin' like I’m floatin'
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| You can mention 'em, but they are not as dope
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| If somebody lie then, somebody jokin'
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| And they tellin' y’all that they got it locked
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| We tell 'em then that we 'bout to come and pry it open
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| And then they all can have it, none of y’all can have it
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| She takin' off her shirt, want me to autograph it
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| So I autograph it, let me autograph it
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| Your woman disappearin' you can call it magic
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| See, it’s automatic cause it’s all established
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| I’m the Texas rapper that you know is far from average
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| I’m the rapper that these other rappers call the baddest
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| Been the baddest since the day I went and bought a tablet
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| Get a chick then another chick come in the mail
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| Your woman beggin' me to come and rub on her tail
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| I never cared about a cover of the XXL
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| Then every record, I’mma get a bigger tuck in my-sales
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| I’m the boss your boss should get pissed at
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| I’mma take it all my weapon go click clack
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| See, I want it all and that should be gift wrapped
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| Enough with the talking, Texas let’s get that
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| Let’s G-O get it?
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| My grind got me blind, I don’t see no niggas!
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| It’s the colored chandeliers or it’s the South-East beast
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| So we leave 'em boys pissed like a P.O. |
| visit
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| Your money like a midget, mine tall like a giant
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| I used to get mad cause I couldn’t get fly
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| Now when I say I fly, I really mean that I’m fly
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| Couldn’t pay my light bill, now show’s outta line
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| Yeah, if you with it I’m with it
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| I’m down to go get it this minute, right now
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| I don’t care who did it or done it, I need it
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| I want it, fuck next, I’m the nigga right now
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| I’m comin' up quick, got 'em lookin' like «How?»
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| But I’m lookin' right back like «Nigga, fuck you»
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| I dropped my mixtape and the next day
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| Did a song with a nigga that I look up to
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| Scream droppin' like pantyhose
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| Give the niggas toothpaste from the candy dolls
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| Even in 2020 my rims still gonna be from 1984
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| Yeah, that’s the Texas tank and I’m the Texas Chain Saw
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| I murder beast, no paces
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| Fuck being local, I want the whole nation
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| So when I sign my deal, I’mma tell the label
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| Okay, we can get it now
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| Hop on a record then I’m flippin' out
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| I want every bitch to approach me with their motherfuckin' titties out
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| Because a nigga wanna feel 'em out, that’s how I’m feelin' now
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| I wanna know what you kids about, but never take 'em to the biggest house
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| I pull up at the garage in the car, the top back gettin' down, vroom vroom
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| And I’m peeling out like «What-you-know-about-it?»
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| What? |
| I’m sippin' purple
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| Wanna get rich off of the work flow
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| And I speed it up like Turbo, got up in the game, fell in love with some Virgos
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| Two friends beside you, you know I’m finna hit 'em
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| Pull 'em to the side, yeah, you know I’m finna get 'em
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| Cause I’m all about my spinnin', mucher, than my mozzarella
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| Martadein, yeah, they wanna be the part of that
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| Walked in 'bout to me because I’m Space God
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| With a pocket full of bank cards, like I play cards but I ain’t play y’all
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| And they tell me a nigga finna take off to the labels that I’m with that
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| With the car I like I fit that —
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| Cut the check, motherfucka let’s get that! |
| (bwooy!)
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| You know these clowns won’t be able to keep H-Town down
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| Somebody better let 'em know. |
| die slow |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lets Get That Remix , by - Chamillionaire. Song from the album Ammunition, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп