Chingo Bling - Like This N Like That lyrics

rate me

It's like this and like that, the hood got my back

Yeah I'm makin paper stacks, slangin masa like crack

Yeah I'm makin paper stacks

They said you've never been caught, boy you must be lucky

But don't go parkin by my tires, you better hush puppy

They never catch us all, it'll never stop

Any time, any corner, baby I'm a set'up chop

As long as that trunk go pop, as long as that trunk open

I'm a steady be served and boy my hustle bone aint broken

Flip it, flip it, flip it more that burger king

We use this distribution, we be servin thangs

The work is smuggled in my big belt buckle

The border got the feds, but we the underground tunnels

We pack the back, two trucks on the road

So if they stop the first one, we lose half the load

Systema, got ostrich seats in my beama

I'm reppin for my people, you can put that on selena

And right now they got us cleanin up katrina

Yo kanye!, bush don't like mexicans eitha.

It's like this and like that, the hood got my back

Yeah I'm makin paper stacks, slangin masa like crack

Yeah I'm makin paper stacks

Stacks, rubberband them, tamales I still sell them

So next year, I can pull up in a brown phantom

Them boys can't stand him, cause he too too flashy

Went from ashy to classy, to down right nasty

(There he go, man he fittin' to get Jacked)

Boyy, I wish you would

Monte Carlo pimpin wood, same color as pussy blood

Slabs on driveway, that make em say ay wey

Catch you on the highway, pendejas from the myspace

Mouth wide open, tounge hangin like a pervert

When they see the wrist, Skittles chain lookin like some churbert

I sold the masa just to see how the paper feel

David Copperfield, couldn't have copped a better record deal.

It's like this and like that, the hood got my back

Yeah I'm makin paper stacks, slangin masa like crack

Yeah I'm makin paper stacks

Lately, I've been havin rich people problems

I made another couple million, hopin that will solve'em

Promise, lookin to reject your favorite rap star

Willy's chain, Paul's grillz, puffs house to Slim's car

They lookin at me like where the fuck they found them

Whoever the fuck signed them, I bet that they gon fire'em

But it's official, big chile slash asylum

You know the three digits, bitch you better dial'em.

It's like this and like that, the hood got my back

Yeah I'm makin paper stacks, slangin masa like crack

Yeah I'm makin paper stacks

Chingo Bling! The ghetto vaquero

Por favor, believe it

Tamale king pin, king pin, king pin.

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