Chamillionaire - Keep Hatin' Pt. II lyrics

rate me

You da champ!

I like Floyd Mayweather

My flow better, my doe better

Fast and slow whatever you wanna do, let's go

You already know I go hard

I am the Mixtape Circuit God

Flow like a butterfly, sting like a? naa?

A bee don't sting as hard as C

You won't live after you get stung by me (ha)

No Pay-Per View tho, you can get that for free

Chamillionaire dot com don king

Get in the ring

Ding-Ding

I'm ready to go, eight rounds, nine rounds

Matter fact, let me knock em out first round

Ya-yeah

Never heard a rapper bragging this much

That's because I get it haters shut the F up

No one on the corner got a swagger this tuff

I'm the only one around who getting money like Puff

Grabbing my nuts while they turn the mic up

Losers on the net try'na tell me I suck

Couldn't name a rapper that I couldn't light up

And I realize I just had another light bulb

Bright idea, just like my ear

Maybe I should diss some other F to get press

Maybe I should tell Khaled that I go harder

Than all of the artist and I am the BEST!

Yes I am Texas, I am the freshest

Got to come down, got to come down

And when it come to spitting a fast and slow rhyme

I'm Jay and Jazzo and Twista combine

City I rule, and getting at you

Because me verse you isn't really a do

I pity the fool try'na get in my jewels

Tell security to move just give me my tool

I'm after your honey like I'm Winnie The Pooh

I'm telling her to strip down to get in my pool

She thinking is that what she really would do

And that she taking off her shirt and she telling me "cool"

Got all the paper, I ball my paper

And tho it down the toilet like it's toilet paper

Ain't my birthday but they know when I'm caked up

Forget a Superhead homie, ya'll can take her

I'm throw'd in the game, you know I'm insane

With no curse words, like the old Lil Wayne

I'm better than Michael, yep better than Jordan

Matter fact I'm the Kobe Bryant in the recording

You ain't important, I am the man

Do it all again homie that's the plan

And if it don't work I'm a get it demand

I got a car in my contact that say that I can

Mixtape God or the Mixtape art

Bench warmers better play they mixtape part

You a retard, get played hard

Go against me that's a mistake, bwoy

Paparazzi still try'na take my photo

Got a drop top when I'm up in my photo

I be by myself cause these boys act homo

And I don't mess with ya'll, yet I still roll solo

If you disrespect me, then I'm a respect you

If you don't respect me, then I'm yelling F U!

I treach you like a stepchild you don't wanna step to

The Mixtape God, so I'm yelling "Bless you"

Ah choo!