Cam'Ron - Chalupa lyrics
rate me<BR>
<i>[Verse 1]</i><br>
Yo this flow here is bulimics, anemic, yo red beam it<br>
Plus I got it on, you aint never seen it, never seen it<br>
Some people say I'm conceited, but dougie I never cheated<br>
Oh boy you'll get deleted, believe it, I could achieve it cuz look<br>
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Im on a Yamaha, laughing like ha ha ha <br>
Na na na, want to talk, shots speak ra ra ra<br>
Crib is like mardigra, no beads grow weed<br>
Court case, courtside, nigga in the nose bleeds<br>
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OG, Goatee, proceed, whole Ki's<br>
Sorta like a janitor, stay within a parameter<br>
Niggas got the hammer bra, don't care about a camera<br>
Could they put that dress off, first like grand ma ma<br>
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Hope you got the stamina, because niggas be on worst<br>
Blow reefa, no sneaker, thought this was a converse<br>
I told baby girl damn that's a hard purse<br>
But you gotta get it in flavors girl like starburst<br>
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>
We counting money, yo doggie we couting money<br>
Yo shit aint even funny, but look at we counting money<br>
Yo stupid up on the stoope, the game is in a stoope <br>
Cuz look we get chalupa, cha cha cha cha cha cha chalupa love<br>
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<i>[Verse 2]</i><br>
Winter time, I'm heated why they frigid<br>
Lenox ave boy working with 8 digits<br>
Summer time came through in our may blizzaards<br>
Old ladies looking like damn they did it<br>
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Cuz huh, I got to forty fifth just to get a snack box<br>
2 piece, apple pie, feds taking snap shots<br>
they know I'm known for hot rims, fast drops<br>
big trucks, big jewels, whys from the have nots<br>
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now every pocket on my clothing dawg, have knots<br>
10, 20, 30, 40, 50 thousand; jack pot<br>
call my block gravel, (why) its mad rocks<br>
im the owner of the team, fuck the mascot<br>
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sucking mad cock, 650 rag top<br>
damn, don't get hit with the jab that my dad got<br>
yall sasquatch, put it on your laptop<br>
yo not a door, but yessir its pad locked<br>
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>
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<i>[Verse 3]</i><br>
We do the interstate, baby where the state patrol<br>
With 50lbs, and I aint talking bout an eight year old<br>
It can take a toll, hoping you can get parole<br>
Play your role, the heat is so hot it can make you cold<br>
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And they say ima son of a bitch<br>
Why, cuz I be with your son and your bitch<br>
You don't deserve her, your fair we wont hurt her<br>
We taught her to be a squirter, your sons about murder<br>
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Your brother well he my worker, your sister well she my slurper<br>
Your mom her ass is fat, my niggas they call her bertha<br>
Once a week they might server her, with dick they gon serve her<br>
Now she whining like a baby, well maybe we'll get her gerber<br>
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Smack her on her ass, warm milk, then we burp her<br>
Yeah we left her nurtured, but well earth her, before we chirp her<br>
You'll be a punching bag, fam well put our beats on her<br>
Or the Klu klux, white sheet on her<br>
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or Miami jersey put the heat on her <br>
Or a door mate I'm gone put my feet on her<br>
Creep on em, leap on em<br>
yeah park the jeep on em<br>
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Americas most wanted, with no warrant!<br>
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>
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