Chamillionaire - Dot.Com lyrics

rate me

[Chorus:]

All you rappers talkin down better pass the baton

If you hatin on me get off my dick dot.com

If a verse is what you want then the kid like ummm

Then ya can holla at me at nothin free dot.com

I will bomb like saddamn if ya mess with my funds

Hating on my money get off my chips dot.com

The 3rd time is a charm soon the venom will come

Everybody know me on screw shop dot.com

[Verse:]

I'm a glide like clyde as I sit on 5, with no miles gon off my ride, it's like it won't drive, it's do or die

Everyday I'm on my mixtape grind

You boys tired and they knowin that my mixtapes fly

Don't ever drive, I'm fly such a lonely garage

She ain't finished her divorce tryna get in ma draws

I'm in a porsche of course I'm surrounded by stars

Old chicks on my knob like I'm chico debarge

Get a massage while your broad busy braiding my hair

Oh yea I cut it but I swear ain't no fadin a playa

Let's say a prayer for the god of the mixtapes yea

January till december that's a mixtape year

Oh lord they see me and they say great god

So many cars, the laws don't even know what's our's

I'm in charge of the cars painted with no flaws

Give an applause to the brauds ya think that I can't WHAAAT

Hold up, I woulda known I really wouldn't of waited

To drop anotha album so houstons hater's can hate it

I'm knowin I'm the greatest my trunk is illuminated

My pieces is platinum plated my rims done graduated

You fakers outdated I am new age cool

Everything I already did is what you can't do

You know it's true you really mad that I ain't you

Ain't got the game or the dj you ain't got no clue

Put it in screw so they can hear what they just missed

In otherwords I'm just tryna say that I am the ish

And the critics don't really matter so say I don't make your list, I'm not pissed cause I can never be dismissed