CHARLES HAMILTON - Prada Body Bag lyrics

rate me

Killin' every beat like I Hate Dre's headphones

C-H-A

AK's your ear drums

Fillin' every street with a great statement

Left home for the west coast

Let's go

Call me the Time Zone Microphone Stop-Watch

Wife at home, whiping nose cause it got snot

Highest hoes in the sky, with the white spots

Cloudy vision when I overpower rhythm

Smack Janet's ass for doing what I do to the nation

Movin' her butt cause you know what enslaved them

I'm not a "Who, " I am IT. Not a fuckin' owl

Y'all cursed with a dry spell, like cuttin' towels

Big brother, your sister wanna hug me now

I'm a sick lover, little niggas wanna slug me now

Blunts at Popeye's, screamin' "Well, hold me down"

Rock'em Sock'em Robots for you homie clowns

Word to 5, like the number of letters inside the word "blood"

Don't wonder I'm better, despite the curve up

Samples love me cause I keep them so tender,

Like a winter night isn't tight when I listen right

This mid-summer night's dream is, under my feet

Dream is like, "What have you done to my beat? "

Calm down, write another hook, nigga

He just laugh, like the life of lovin' crook pictures

Every rapper think they Tony Montana

Give them niggas a Tony, for they phony hard grammar

Their rent is due, I'm sicker than the AIDS bitch

I figure, eh, since you you kissin' on that AIDS bitch

Her figures great, but got blisters on her face, shit

"Give It Away", Flea. Anthony K. sees

Family races me, landin' in place to see,

I damaged the bass and the keys with my beat laceage

Bitch I know you ain't over there, tryna take my world

End up like McCully in "My Girl"

With my bee stings, got you weeping

BBM flow, get it? We ping

My team is on hold for my love life

They not feelin' such, but they just right

I need a wife, not a slut for the night

I'm as evil as the needle, but I love coloring like I love it

Can I get some more of your mucus, on my pool stick

Or your cool spit, on my flute, miss

Married to lies, dare me to die?

I just urbanly just replayed a scene from "American Pie"

The Hamathemagician, peep my American Pi

I, give the Mic ecstasy, so Hi

Call me mallsexual, because I BUY

Be you, why?

No DUI's

I seem too shy? Well, I can keep you fly

I greet two guys, call them Napoleon and Dad

To eat you guys, throw you in a Jag

Breezing through the L-I-E

In the ride, while holding a mask,

With sodium gas, over your ass

Since you comin' out your face with shit

I am cigarettes, on some dangerous shit

Like, buy some cigarettes as if I would really advise you to

Light a newie

You silly to try to do it, don't even try it

Death is the draw back, go on a diet

Sex, just call it that Billy Blanks, nigga

Say thanks, nigga

Call it Billy Blanks, nigga

The Blanks nigga

Just call it Billy Blanks, nigga

The Blanks nigga

Just call it Billy Blanks, nigga

The Blanks nigga

Just call it Billy Blanks, nigga

The Blanks nigga

Tae Bo!

Okay!

Soooo, since this is the last mixtape

(Uh work it out)

You know

Probably not

But, since this is the last mixtape...

I think I wanna give a shout out...

I-I-I-I don't... really... wanna give a shout out right now

Hmm

SEGA

S-E-G-A

(Nothin' but blue lines)

C-H-A-R

One time for the world!

(Saw the plus sign, like you must respect it)

I just like- I just like

I just LIKE

ILike

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Aight, we out!