Bang, my shit bang B-B-Bang Bang, my shit bang B-B-Bang
Yo I guess I went commercial Just shot a commercial When I flew to the set, though, I ain’t fly commercial And the ad is global, yup ? is local When we shot it was a lot of different agricultures So I laugh at hopefuls Nicki, pop! Only thing that’s pop is my endorsement, op Fuck around and had to go and reinforce the glock
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Is it me, or did I put these rap bitches on the map again? You mad ’cause I’m at the Grammys with the Vatican You in the booth, but I be who you channelin’ Why they never bring you name up at the ? Hottest MC’s… Top 5 You need money? I got mine More knots than Eric on Basketball Wives (Ya dig?)
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I couldn’t do your TV show I needed ten more mil Not ten on the back I need ten ? Give that shit to a washer Bitch, I’m winnin’ ‘Cause if I had a label I would never sign you, hoes Take bitches to school then I call ‘em Bonnies (?), hoes I hear the slick shit Bitch, you washed All you hoes cryin’ Christopher Bosh
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Ayo Now when I tell ‘em it’s Barbie, bitch Yes, I really do mean that it’s Barbie, bitch Ask Mattel They auctioned my Barbie, bitch Raggedy Ann could never be a Barbie, bitch You at the bottom of the barrel scrapin’ I’m out in L.A. at the Ice Age tapin’ I’m chillin’ at the top I got ample time Bite me Apple sign
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Silhouetting, complicating Whom to dare ? I do not care What is form and exploration Everything is everywhere Increase time and spin around it Ready for another day Power up and memorize it Snap the mag and blow away.
Reload Time To Die Time To Die Time To Die
Pin Eyed God Get away Pin Eyed God Here to stay, yeah Pin Eyed God Break on you Pin Eyed god Commin′ Through
Reload Time To Die Time To Die Time To Die
I rejecting ? back and building Where you stare I do not care What is crawling and competing Everything is everywhere Deep inside you get around it Reaching back another day Jump it up and feel the heat You snap the mag and blow away.
Baby you’ve got a lot of questions You better listen up please I wanna know what you want and need To charge up your batteries You got the flow and the intention Boy but have you got the mouth Show me that you’ve got the ammunition That you’re good for a while, for a while, for a while
Charge it up because baby you could be mine I don’t need a red soldier I need you to reload it Bring it reloaded Charge it up cause babe you’re one of a kind I don’t need a red soldier I need you to reload it Bring it reloaded
You had better rest up your energy You better reserve yourself Cause tonight I’m expecting to get plenty And I wont do it myself Conserve your juices cause I’m gonna Take you on a miracle I’m not ridiculous I’m just a girl Who like’s a man who can’t go wrong, can’t go wrong, can’t go wrong
Charge it up because baby you could be mine I don’t need a red soldier I need you to reload it Bring it reloaded
Charge it up cause baby you’re one of a kind
I don’t need a red soldier I need you to reload it Bring it reloaded
Baby you can check for yourself I’m gonna spin you when I doubt I’m gonna do ya right And I wont complain if your buggin Can’t handle my loving tonight, tonight, tonight Charge it up because baby you could be mine I don’t need a red soldier I need you to reload it Bring it reloaded Charge it up cause baby you’re one of a kind I don’t need a red soldier I need you to reload it Bring it reloaded, Reloaded, Loaded
[Chamillionaire] Industry is saying that boy got skills And the streets is saying that boy so real Who that boy trackin that boy Chamill′? Always give you somethin that boys gon′ feel "Try to give you somethin that you boys gon′ feel" [X4]
[Chamillionaire imitating Young Jeezy] Yeeeeeaaah! Still in the streets, still stickin to the plan (plan) All this ice on me, got a frosted out hand (hand) White coloured Lam′ lookin like a snowman (man) Hundred karat chain, see the neck, they like "Daaaaamn" Cheah, y′all know me Eff the industry, I′m still the same old G Serve to the streets till you lames O.D. Mixtapes like crack, the next thang′s on me
[Chamillionaire imitating Jim Jones] Some of them be talkin but snitch is what we call ′em (snitches) I be gettin gwop way from Houston down to Harlem (Harlem) We twenty deep if it′s a problem Don′t want nothin truly cause they thinkin we gon′ rob ′em And you know how we be mobbin Police lady talkin bout the trouble that we causin (keep it movin) You gon′ have to keep it movin darlin And we gon′ keep on doin what we doin and what we causin
[Chamillionaire imitating Lil Wayne] Yeah! Young Millionaire, they can′t deal with this swagger Feel the banana, will squeeze the hammer I see your forehead, it will see the handle Will eat your money, will feed your ama- amal, Rambo, I will enjoy I am nutting if she′s slutty just like (?) and Joy Programmed to kill, get beat, I destroy Whatever to get the money, little duffle bag boy
[Chamillionaire imitating Plies] Dope boy, gotta feel me, I′m real tight Doin what I really say I do in real life Cheque got the chain homie, this some real ice A hundred and fifty K for it, that′s the real price Bust it baby, wanna give me in her living room Making music for the hustlers and the real goons Let ′em know, album bout to hit ′em real soon All you rappers gon′ have to make a little room
[Chamillionaire imitating E-40] I don′t know what the problem is, pockets thick as a hippopotamus (hippopotamus) Breezy lookin in the dash of my drop top, tryna see what mileage is (the mileage is) She done flunked about fifteen somethin colleges Your opinion is irrelevant as a XXL columnist So tell that breezy she better be a skater (skater) She′s best to get up out of here cause the pimp like me won′t date her Uhhh, I′m a pimp, you the one that paid her Pullin off in my scrape and it black on black like I′m Darth Vader
[Chamillionaire imitating B.G.] Hopped off the porch and homie didn′t like that So now I roll solo and don′t even like cats Chain lookin frozen, I′m showin a icepack Loyal to the streets, I hand you the mic back I put down my pistol and boy they get slapped But it ain′t even fun cause I know he won′t fight back Cain′t leave the streets, they love me just like crack I′m like Uncle Sam, yeah homie, I like that
[Chamillionaire imitating Rick Ross] Other rappers just be havin million dollar thoughts I′m a rapper that can pull a million out my vault Do it like boss, don′t matter what the cost White on white Phantom, sittin fat, I gotta frost
[Chamillionaire imitating Rich Boy] Nobody sellin that, record labels fallin back Back off in these streets, show ′em how to get a stack Show these other rappers and these fun trappers how to act Throw-throw some D′s on it and put some more on top of that
[Chamillionaire imitating Snoop Dogg] She approached me, I ain′t approach her I had a forty-ounce on my coaster You know I want to hit that west coaster Candy car blue, that′s the Hou on my roadster And the same color on my low-low Got a couple homies with that chronic for the low-low For sho′ though, and I ain′t with the snitchin, that′s a no-no That′s why I′m ridin solo and I′m lookin out for popo
[Chamillionaire imitating Bun B] I′m off the metre, they want me to let ′em know what′s the deal (deal) Cause I′m a Texas player that′s only gon′ keep it trill (trill) You ain′t gotta look for no longer, the trill is here (here) No need for falsifying, them fakers gon′ disappear (disappear) Probably shouldn′t give a trill rapper the mic Cause he gon′ kick that realness and trill ish that they like (like) And the street credibility gon′ match to the hype (hype) Talkin bout you keep it gangsta, only happens you might
[Chamillionaire imitating The Game] I′m an N.W.A., no manners and bad grammar Surrenderin for what? No wavin the bandanna Tell the tool man how I handle the damn hammer Try to punk me and I′m breakin that man camera Just tell MTV to send a doctor the bill And if the bill make it there, you′ll need a doctor for real Keep a chopper on his seat to keep a watch on my wheels Mashin in the Lamborghini like the cops on my heels
[Chamillionaire imitating Jay-Z] I ain′t even writin homie, I just press record And all you say is great before I make it to the course Hear your little voice tryna make a little noise Till I let you little boys see my picture in the Forbes Tell Forbes to get it straight Cause they gon′ have to account for what I do with the tapes I never bounce a cheque, I don′t even bounce to the bank G5 everywhere, get a million miles on a tank
[Chamillionaire] Industry is saying that boy got skills And the streets is saying that boy so real Who that boy trackin that boy Chamill′? Always give you somethin that boys gon′ feel "Try to give you somethin that you boys gon′ feel" [X4]
[Chamillionaire imitating The Dream] Shawty rock to the beat for your boy Shaw-ty, do it Ay-ay, got a fleet full of toys Whole bunch of blue whips Gettin cheddar, cheddar, cheddar I be gettin cheddar, cheddar, cheddar You know I be grindin, grindin, grindin daily Grindin, grindin, grindin daily