Chamillionaire - Mixtape Murder lyrics

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Mixtape Murderer

Talking bout murder

Yeah

They said they need part six

Well look how I light up the city, it's that boy Chamilly

Many say that they don't feel me but they don't want it really

Nothing goin move but the money you know I know the drilly

My reality be showing like Flavor Flav or Diddy

She got some back and some titties and mayne it's such a pitty

She think I give her my hustle just cause the fact she pretty

Really busy chasing skrillies and counting all my millies

I'm really all about skrilly and I mean necessary

Just like that V.I.C. single the game is getting silly

But so much cheeses and steak like sandwiches and Philly

Running around for the millies I think I'm getting dizzy

I'm Notorious that doin it bigger like I'm Biggie

Join my fan club, you a hater brings some back up

Let my lac (AH) and hit the switch and it'll pack up

They can't stand em make Bill O'Reilly have a tantrum

Let the grands come and if I'm on it it's a anthem

Hit the grand son and give a million to my grandson

Yeah we have fun but told a chick that she can't have none

I heard Plies say that he would never buy a Phantom

I make twenty-eight fit on that ish you better ask him

I attach em I love the dollars I romance em

I just cash em, no homo but my money handsome

An assassin be killing them like with a passion

I just smash em then I hit right back to my mansion

They just acting but real is my only reaction

Choose on my whip that's where the haters jock they fashion

Swagger jacking I'm swaggered up you swagger lackin'

Swagger pass em my swagger on it's final lap in

Tell em don't listen if you hate the way my flow is flipping

Still tipping wheels glisten my fo's is swaggin' clicking

Brain and bullet equals pain, who wanna do audition?

Pop that click and get the trippin' you thinking that I'm slipping

Believer, always an over achiever

Take a breather your paper little just like Caesar

Typhice brah, I make a hater have a secure

When they see the number a coast it's on my Beamer

Lift the dow up and on the feeter where I leave her

Then I proceed her getting my doe up like Akeblah

I don't need her be living single like Kadesha

I won't even go send a cab to go retreat her

Hustle been deadly before a friend met a bed-ass

Pre-willing like litreally on spinners in the parallels

That was back before Nelly was ever seen singing on a telly

I been grinding getting feddy underground Machiavelli

My dictionary is missing so what is competition?

Think he dissing he ain't like how much my pinky glisten

I ain't trippin' I ain't missing a dime and let it glist em

Pop my trunk up in the sign it reads "I'm gone fishing"