Lyrics:
stupid swag, Paris Hilton
More potential, you's a liar, step up we will crucify ya
Head first, yea it's going down like a scuba diver
Need the fire, I'll
on and J's with a lot of bucks
And you ain't gotta know me
You could tell my dollars' up
Poppin' collars in the club, turnin' bottles up
And all the models
about what shoulda, would'a and could'a happened
If music was about inovatin' and penetratin' generations by generatin' musical intergration
It wouldn't
You know how I do it, representing St. Louis.
Put your hands up, put your hands up.
[Chorus]
I'm a baller (baller), high roller, baby.
Where
Wanted to be Jay then K. West, wanna be
Star of the Roc, kid, you're not Sean Connery
But like The Rock I'm surrounded by watery flows
Still it really
lil' howard
oh shit!
(music: throw yo hood up if u representin)
wussup nigga?
they call u chingy now
(ching,ching) (laughing)
cost lot a lurr, pop a cop,
And come to your rescue.
(That's right)
It's a bird, it's a plane, no baby it's Chingy,
You know I'm right here, girl holla when you need me.
When life
Yes (get it boys)its ya boy chingy once again (chingaling)
Represtentin' that STL, you know what I'm sayin', trackstarz,
Got to address these
millionare, suave, definitely paid
Lemonade, stock market played, marinate in shade, top grade
Bitches blowin' up phones, I walk by, never lie, I'm the type
couple times and I'm not trying to repeat
Watch me
Don't backslide with it
Moonwalk, like MJ did it
Hands up, I repent, get it
Every testimony living gotta
un up
Tun up, tun un un up
Tun up, tun un un up
Tun up, tun un un up
Tun up, tun un un up
Tun up, tun un un up
Everybody lemme see yuh
Hand
it can get like that
Working, working, bitches chirping
No you can't get no birkin
And if you put hands on my family
Long story short, ima need some
the city where I rock a fur
Hmmmmm Pussy superb
Hit up the boys like what is the word
Feeling like Chingy I hit it right thurr
All these white people feeling
the switch up quickly
Couple man switched quickly
Sticky
Head back itchy
Wen this ting don't produce a beat like itchy
No verbal get chingy
Back dis flicky
Hands Up
Hands Up Hands Up Hands Up Hands Up
Hands Up Hands Up Hands Up Hands Up
Living my life with you by my side
You never left me
Wasn't sure you
My niggas be ready to ride
My niggas be ready to slide
And we not playing run up on us we spraying
So pussy nigga better go hide
Cuz we catch
now
You're about to be sick of me now
They're still trying to figure me out
How that young n*gga shit on the town
Can't bring a b*tch up I bet I'm
She don't know imma kill her son
5 Man up in a four by four it's war
Buck into me you're done
They know what the mandem done
Rex got hit in the back
like we don't care
We adjust to the light
Hands in the air
So everybody put your hands up, hand, put your hands up
Hands up, hand, put your hand
Pele-Pele Production
Yeah, Eh!
To me
Hey!
If you ever been lonely, throw your hands up
Throw your hands up, throw your hands up!
If you ever been
a bow cat, I don't chat to niggas
I just fall back
Big duty woi
For the combat
Independent I don't know about contracts
Give me my money up front
No back
hands up
Get yo hands up
Get yo hands up
Get yo hands up
Get yo hands up
Drop that molly in my system I'm surrounded by these women
Girl you sexy as can
you claim you got this and that by flippin crack, stop lyin, nigga you just rapped.
Lil Flip
A lot of Rap Cats rap about jewels, but that ain't rose
Ima tell you one time, I'll tell you two times
Girl we gonna party for sure
Got a drink in my cup, we finna turn up yeah
I just wanna let you know
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