Lyrics:
here writing till like 4 a.m.
Tell me, what you listening to?
I got a song that'll lighten up the mood
So how bout' you?
I'm dipping in my genre pool
I
cap
CD UK, Craig David on tap
Them days there we were doing it again
Dream team, live in the mix and what about
EZ DJ live in the place
Baby
you'd slap me say money go get you some, uh!
Cause I was raised up by a G
Received my teachings from the queen
From getting caught with hella Ps
your face
Fuck that toxic shit
Yeah that bitch so toxic toxic
But she too exotic
So what am posed to do
Bitch I gotta move
I gotta get my groove
Met some
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test - I'm rappin' to the beat,
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
am out to kill you and
I'll have a little fun
I am out to murder you, I'm going to attack
I am going to kill you
You're the monkey on my back
I wanna
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
You see, I am Wonder
She confides within her group chat
Craig David can you fill me in
When I sneeze somebody speaks my name
What's the reason for the defamation
We've
Show you
Why a Hoe couldn't play me
What I do on the daily
Kush smoke that im blazing
Amazing
Bitch fuck you pay me
Glock 9 no safety
Am I packing
think im country, well i am bitch
and i gout bullets i can share, and i aint selfish
baby boy i got just what you need, them slugs thatll fly through
got ovaries so I take what is owed to me
I'm a bandit in a land full of killers
Racist motherfuckers want to take my life while I'm sipping tea and my
encore, encore
Brava, mama! now might I try?
Pop, lock, pop, wave, glide, wave, glide
Tut, tut, tut like that's what's up. I
Mix up the choreo with
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
(Chamillionaire Talking)
Hey! Houston Texas (Houston Texas). Chamillionaire The Mix Tape Messiah.
I Feel Like Niggas Need To Show Some Respect Off
do
Nobody, no one does it better
Look out the window and drank and chill out we get high
It's 1a.m and the crowd is still live
Relax to the groove by
On stage rapping (ew)
Ain't shit to me, I'm a rapper that's what I do (hey)
Young Dave snappin' (woo)
The crowd seem to fuck with me and I like
Baseball money like David Justice (Money)
Whole load sold, I ain't even touched it (It's sold)
Under arm Kush, damn the room so musty
Most of you rappers
(Chamillionaire Talking)
Hey! Houston Texas (Houston Texas). Chamillionaire The Mix Tape Messiah.
I Feel Like Niggas Need To Show Some Respect Off
(Chamillionaire Talking)
Hey! Houston Texas (Houston Texas). Chamillionaire The Mix Tape Messiah.
I Feel Like Niggas Need To Show Some Respect Off
a David's Bridal
This shit can make the title Heavyweight
My belly ache
For nellys sake
Hot sauce to accentuate what's on my plate
I'll never fade
Race the 8
flex then wreck
So E what's next?
Shazam, let me tell you who I am
The E-R-I-C-K, S-E-R-M-O-N
Call me a lumberjack, or a midland warrior
Doin damage
large checks
As I flex then wrecks -- so e, what's next?
[erick sermon]
Shazam, let me tell you who I am
The e-are-I-see-k, s-e-are-m-o-n
Call me
trying to go viral be relevant
You a cool reporter but I'm David letterman
Uh
bring it back
Uh
always pushing people but you neither handle that
Uh
what is
spit
Speak my own slang-uage
Still I am the real-iest
Surrounded by Ciroc but your boy sipping Hennesey
Loves is a hospital and I was born in V.I
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