Chamillionaire - Flow (Runnin' The Game) lyrics

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[Chamillionaire]

You can lick the dick on a stick

If you don't think that I'm the ish

You mad cuz you suck like some lips on a big tit

Hoe? No, I'ma laugh

Ice clearer then fiber glass

U niggaz denyin da blast

Don't hide cuz we'll find ya ass

Chamillion is kinda mad

I wreck like I'ma crash

Make niggas rewind it fast

Tow-trucks wanna sign my ass

So much..ice on my chest

under my nose, on my golds

These hoes be thinkin' I was raised by rich eskimo's

I'ma walkin' Fort Knox

Oops, my fork dropped

It's okay, I ride more chops then chop-sticks and porkchops

At a chinese buffet, trickin' tricks you got me bent

Money spent, never lent sooo you can't have a cent

Ya boyfriend talkin' bout, "Hey, where that bastard went"

When I grab ya ass and then act like it was a accident

I'ma walkin' accident cuz everywhere I go I wreck

I'm as throwed as what ya throw to your pet when playin' fetch

Neva gone off that wet, I see a big group of groupies

Cuz you wrapped in coochie in Gucci don't mean you ain't a hoochie

Salute me when you see me, play fetch with fake breasts

All thinkin' bout which Swisha House niggas to rape next

Watch when Lil' Wayne get mad if I said I make fresh

Give me all his beats, lunch money and paycheck

Yes, damn that was what I was gonna say next

Well nevermind rewind to where I was talkin' bout fake breasts

Believe I keep heat wit bullets that heat seats

My beeper got more beeps then a Bentley horn, *beep beep*

My pager got more pages than a Webster's Dictionary

I do mo dirt than a busy gravedigger at a cemetary

Nigga you got beef? *Powww* we ate plex

"Peek-a-Boo" now u gotta peep hole in ya A-Virex

Got em bouncin' like fake checks

And throwin they sets

Cuz I'm the throwdest to ever wreck a cd or tape deck