Cam'Ron - Chalupa lyrics

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<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>


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>


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>


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>



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>


<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>


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>


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>


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>




<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>


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>


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>


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>


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>


Americas most wanted, with no warrant!<br>





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