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