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CAMRON lyrics : "Chalupa"

[Verse 1]
Yo this flow here is bulimics, anemic, yo red beam it
Plus I got it on, you ain't never seen it, never seen it

Some people say I'm conceited, but dougie I never cheated
Oh boy you'll get deleted, believe it,
I could achieve it cuz look


I'm on a Yamaha, laughing like ha ha ha
Na na na, want to talk, shots speak ra ra ra

Crib is like mardigra, no beads grow weed
Court case, courtside, ^!$$% in the nose bleeds


OG, Goatee, proceed, whole Ki's
Sorta like a janitor, stay within a parameter
^!$$%s got the hammer bra, don't care about a camera

Could they put that dress off, first like grand ma ma

Hope you got the stamina, because ^!$$%s be on worst

Blow reefa, no sneaker, thought this was a converse
I told baby girl damn that's a hard purse
But you gotta get it in flavors girl like starburst


[Chorus]
We counting money, yo doggie we couting money

Yo %#@! ain't even funny, but look at we counting money
Yo stupid up on the stoope, the game is in a stoope
Cuz look we get chalupa, cha cha cha cha cha cha chalupa love


[Verse 2]
Winter time, I'm heated why they frigid

Lenox ave boy working with 8 digits
Summer time came through in our may blizzaards
Old ladies looking like damn they did it


Cuz huh, I got to forty fifth just to get a snack box
2 piece, apple pie, feds taking snap shots

they know I'm known for hot rims, fast drops
big trucks, big jewels, whys from the have nots


Now every pocket on my clothing dawg, have knots
10, 20, 30, 40, 50 thousand; jack pot
call my block gravel, (why) its mad rocks

I'm the owner of the team, $#&@ the mascot

Sucking mad @@#!, 650 rag top

damn, don't get hit with the jab that my dad got
yall sasquatch, put it on your laptop
yo not a door, but yessir its pad locked


[Chorus]


[Verse 3]
We do the interstate, baby where the state patrol
With 50lbs, and I ain't talking bout an eight year old

It can take a toll, hoping you can get parole
Play your role, the heat is so hot it can make you cold


And they say I'ma son of a (*##$
Why, cuz I be with your son and your (*##$
You don't deserve her, your fair we wont hurt her

We taught her to be a squirter, your sons about murder

Your brother well he my worker, your sister well she my slurper

Your mom her $$# is fat, my ^!$$%s they call her bertha
Once a week they might server her, with dick they gon serve her
Now she whining like a baby, well maybe we'll get her gerber


Smack her on her $$#, warm milk, then we burp her
Yeah we left her nurtured, but well

earth her, before we chirp her
you'll be a punching bag, fam well put our beats on her
Or the Klu klux, white sheet on her


Or Miami jersey put the heat on her
Or a door mate I'm gone put my feet on her

Creep on em, leap on em
yeah park the jeep on em

Americas most wanted, with no warrant!


[Chorus]

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