Lil Chuckee - I Want It lyrics
rate meI done came up, really though?
Like a business you know bitch all the way he goes
Only rock with real niggers yeah they know it’s hood
When she fuck with me cause she know that I fuck her good
What you say?
Free my dawgs off the fucking cell
You see we fly we some temp trail
I put that hammer to yo fucking nails
Make me pull that trigger like a root canal
Bitch you know I’m bout that dick can’t see me any times that
Shorty got that her pack
Bout to eat that coochi like out
Chucky keep them 3 hoes
Call me Chuck the only
Put the fucking chopper to his mouth
Sing the soundtrack
Take all this dick’em down
I give 2 shit who they going
I don’t really fuck with you niggers
That’s me on my Oprah shit
Just hold out yo first show
Uh wait they finally notice it
Please excuse my ways such as me
As from my no shit
Wake up in the morning
Money steady calling
Chasing out the paper
Ain’t got no time to try exhausted
Running like a posy
Can’t help if the pussy smell like profit
Fresh to death I walk in coffin
Got to get every dime I walk in stuntin
And I want it you got it
You got it
Don’t make me…
I want it you got it
You got it
Don’t make me…
Talk that shit, walk that shit nigger
I pop up fuck shit up like a glitch nigger
I’m surrounded by the feds all these niggers cuffing
She say I wanna make you cum
I ain’t really worried bout nothing
Seen her out took her through the house, put her on the couch
Dick and mouse spit up on the temp
Cause you know shit on the drought
What this about? What is this about?
You ain’t got no clown mad at me?
You a grown ass man, why the fuck you talk
Sticking to the script
And I know every line
Now they wanna fuck with me
Tell’em boys keep trying
I laid down in the pussy
But I ain’t know to ever climb
Damn!
Wake up in the morning
Money steady calling
Chasing out the paper
Ain’t got no time to try exhausted
Running like a posy
Can’t help if the pussy smell like profit
Fresh to death I walk in coffin
Got to get every dime I walk in stuntin
And I want it you got it
You got it
Don’t make me…
I want it you got it
You got it
Don’t make me…
I got the bitch kicking it with a mech
You making it lie in gang fields with young temper
But my…smoking Rosalinda
And I blow, barred up I love a bartender
So many drugs Imma blend in
Get that red beam all you had bitch
Stupid ass gonna surrender
Like smoke and fuck that’s the only thing on my agenda
And I just poured me a vodka
I will never ever remember
My niggers in they kitchen
Keep that white gills ass splendid
If that pussy good I attend her
…I spend’em
When that money call Imma spend’em
Get that pussy up Earl Spencer
Wake up in the morning
Money steady calling
Chasing out the paper
Ain’t got no time to try exhausted
Running like a posy
Can’t help if the pussy smell like profit
Fresh to death I walk in coffin
Got to get every dime I walk in stuntin
And I want it you got it
You got it
Don’t make me…
I want it you got it
You got it
Don’t make me…
