| Uh, mixtape murderer
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| Talkn bout murder
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| Yeah, they say they need part 6 but look at how i light up the city
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| It’s that boy Chamilli, many say that they don’t feel me
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| But they don’t want it really, nothin gon move but the money
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| You know I know the drilly, my reality be showin like Flava Flav or Diddy
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| She got some back and some tittes, and man it’s such a pity
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| She think I give her my hustle just cuz the fact she pretty
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| Really busy, chasin scrillies and countin all my millies
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| I’m really all about scrilly, and I mean that sincerely
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| Just like that VIC single, the game is gettin silly
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| But so much cheese is stackin like sandwiches in philly
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| Runnin around for the millies, I think I’m gettin dizzy
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| I’m notorious at doin it bigger like I’m Biggie
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| Join my fan club, you a hater, bring some backup
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| Let my lac up, and hit the switch and it ill back up
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| They can’t stand em, make Bill O’reilly have a tantrum
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| Bet the grands come and if I’m on it, it’s an anthem
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| Get the grand son and give a million to my grandson
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| Yeah we have fun, but told the chick that she can have none
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| I heard Plies say that he will never buy a Phantom
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| I make 28's fit on the ish, you better ask em
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| I attatch em, I love the dolla’s I romance em
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| I just cash em, no homo but my money handsome
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| An assassin, be killin the mic with a passion
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| I just smash em, then I head right back to my mansion
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| They just actin, but real is my only reaction
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| Shoes on my whip, that’s where haters jack their fashion
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| Swagga jackin, i’m swagga’d up you swagga-lackin
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| Swagga pass em, my swagga on inspite of lappin
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| Tell em don’t listen, if you hate the way my flow is flippin
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| Still tippin, wheels glisten, my vouge’s are swang and clickin
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| Brain n bullet equals pain, who wanna do addition?
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| Pop the clip in, get to trippin, you thinkin that I’m slippin
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| Believa, always an over achiever
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| Take a breather, your paper little just like ceaser
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| Have a seat bra, I make that hater have a seizure
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| When they see the number of coats that’s on my Beamer
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| Lift the dough up and on her feet is where I leave her
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| Then I proceed to gettin my dough up like a Keebla
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| I don’t need her, be Livin Single like Kadeeja
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| I won’t even go send a cab to go retrieve her
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| Hustle been deadly before Fred ever met Betty
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| Spree-wellin like Latrelly on Spinners and Perellis
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| That was back before Nelly was ever seen singin on the telly
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| I been grindin gettin feti, underground Makavelli
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| My dictionary is missin, so what is competition?
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| Think he dissin, he ain’t likin how much my pinky glisten
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| I ain’t trippin I ain’t missin, that diamond let it glisten
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| Pop my trunk up and the sign is readin, I’m gon fishin |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mixtape Murder , by - Chamillionaire. Song from the album Mixtape Messiah 6, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп