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"Chamillitary Mayne"
Я обещал, что микрофону понадобится бирка на носке

Все еще ясно, я все еще здесь, и это несмотря на то, что ты педик
[Chamillionaire]
Я оставил подполье в покое, и никто не пришел и не забрал его
You in the presence of the finest
Ну угадай, кто вернулся, чтобы забрать его, как красиво выглядящий
My rims twenty-somethin, age twenty-somethin
Э-э, посмотри в гараж, твои машины не такие крутые, как наши
Try to count the millions I done made... twenty-somethin?
Я приоткрыл двери на многих машинах
No homo
Я набирал обороты, пока вы все усердно отдыхали

Так что рэперы восхваляют Бога, (мой господин) как синагогу
I go hard! Its goin down, get ready for the show
Как раз когда они думали, что победили ненавистники, я причиню им всем боль
I go hard! Mixtape God stepping through the do'
Как раз когда они думали, что победили предатели, я кривлю мяч
I go hard! Ain't another rapper f-in' with the flow
Я всегда прав, но веду себя так, будто никогда не слышал ничего плохого
I go hard! Y'all need to stop actin like you slow
И я все это знаю, как будто могу позвонить ботану
I go... Y'all need to stop actin like you slow
Кларк Кент, но я уверен, что смогу заставить рубашку соскочить
I go hard! Y'all need to stop actin like you slow
Микстейп Мессия 4, это как будто я (щелчок) взвожу курок пылающие вы все
I go hard! Y'all need to stop actin like you slow

I go hard! "Y'all need to stop actin like you slow"
"Достаньте горелки, достаньте горелки, вот мы снова идем"
I go hard!
Знаете, кого улицы ждут, чтобы увидеть... меня

"Достаньте горелки, достаньте горелки, вот мы снова идем"
Ay, I'll go at anyone of you dudes that used to hang with the click
Микстейп Messiah часть для, поехали
Who runnin round makin the threats about how gangster you get

You put your neck on the line, the YOU takin a slip
Я пытаюсь преследовать зеленое лицо, как Волшебник страны Оз
Do like a chick that won't let me hit and try to stay off my dick
Поехал по дороге из желтого кирпича, две скупые машины
Or I'ma prove that you don't want it with Mufasa, you got the
Не хочешь ничего слышать настоящего? Тебе стоит пропустить мои части
Warnin it's about to get ugly as Chewbacca
Моя крутость станет выше, и я буду сидеть на Марсе
Bout to make me hot as stew pasta, too salsa
Я не пишу в блогах и не общаюсь о том, какие певцы геи
Holla in Espanol, cucaracha, tu caca
Я не меняю зеленые имена и не меняю все, что говорю
You see me sittin in it, you can bet that it ain't rented
Я не позволяю SoundScan предоставлять хромому преимущество
See the fo'-five infinite Caucasian white tinted
Ты можешь продать десять миллионов и все равно будешь не тем, кого я буду играть
Eyes lookin squinted, they can't tell me that it didn't
Машина жемчужная, белая как зубы, я думаю, ты можешь сказать, что я чищу зубы
Pop eyes, like the ball, white got it like spinach
Смотри на меня и думай о зелени, как о Дне Святого Патрика или Бостоне
Chamillitary Mayne, we in the house like tenants
Я веду, а они следуют, эти рэперы виновны в преследовании
Oh dog, I'm a menace, oh Lord, I'm a dentist
Андерграунд был мертв, но я собираюсь покинуть гроб
Y'all sound like gimmicks, y'all sound quite finished
And all y'all hang around a bunch of clowns like Grimace
Meanwhile on the other side of town
Plate full of bullets and another side of rounds
I'm too deep, make a pot of a lotta nouns
Spit a verse and every person that you love about to drown
I'm a shark in a bloody game of Marco Polo
Dart flyin through the air to mark your polo
Haters try to tell me they don't heart my logo
Others love it so they hug it with their heart, no homo
You a bozo and I am no clown, I am the town
When I step into public, you know it's goin down
When I step back in the city you already know, it's goin down
That I be overseas gettin them G's fall out please,
you know it's goin down
Lil Wayne's song describe my smallest bank account silly
A millie millie, a millie, a millie millie millie
I'm movin in it like Diddy, your city's my city
They try to throw me the kitty, the kitty's like "gimme"
Didn't drop for a minute, bootleggers told me they need me
Looks like the whole region is ready to BCD me
Clowns in the H tryna act like they wanna see me
I'm poppin up like a genie, they disappear like Houdini
You busters must have snorted that Whitney, I am sick G
Peeew, hot, heat seeking missiles be tryna sick me
Wish he, would try to throw it my way and piss me
Off, here's a thought, I make your history a mystery
[Sound of Twilight Zone theme] ...Twilight zone
I'm worth two thousand more than me with my ice on
I'm a butcher with a weapon baby, I knife songs
Mo' murder murder, mo' murder, like I like Bone
The only way that you could ever be hotter than me
Is if I don't put out no music and that spot'll be free
Always grindin, any time I ever spotted a G
I was on point like a decimal, a dot or a P-
E-R-I-O-D, no paper out of my reach
Shakin Uncle Sam, I keep a lotta receipts
And nah Cham ain't never the one to bring no sand to the beach
I put the moula in my hand and bring grands to the street, yah
Pullin up in the newest ish, you ain't never knew exist
Baby get inside, darling you can smell the newishness
You can see the platinum, see the clearness and the bluishness
Lookin at my jewellery tryna figure out who my jeweller is
Underground money never disappears
When your mixtape, flow and skill is sick as his
Know its big business, I be on them businesses
You all be actin immature so now I roll with bigger kids
Ridin on 28's, my rims clear a lotta cones
Ridin through the city mayne I hear a lotta clones
Kill a microphone like I'm Killa Kyleon
Bout to change my rap name, (to what?) Killa Clinaclone
I promised that the mic gon' need a mic toe tag
Its still clear, I'm still here and that's despite you're a fag
I left the underground alone and nobody came and took it
Well guess who's back to take it like good lookin
Uh, look in the garage, your cars ain't sick as ours
I done had the doors ajared on plenty cars
I was gettin large while y'all was chillin hard
So the rappers praise the God, (my lord) like synagogue
Just when they thought it was haters win, I'ma hurt 'em all
Just when they thought it was traitors win, I'ma curve the ball
I'm always right but I act like I never heard of wrong
And I know it all like I'm able to give a nerd a call
Clark Kent but I'm sure I can make the shirt come off
Mixtape Messiah 4, its like I'm (click) cocking a burner y'all

"Get ya burners, get ya burners, here we come again"
You know who the streets waiting to see... me
"Get ya burners, get ya burners, here we come again"
Mixtape Messiah part fo', let's go

I try to chase the green face like The Wizard of Oz
Took the yellow brick road, two acquisitive cars
Don't wanna hear nothing real? You should be skipping my parts
My swagger get any higher, I'll be sitting on Mars
I don't post on blogs or chat about what singers gay
I don't switch green names and change up everything I say
I don't let SoundScan allow a lame the right of way
You could sell ten-million and still be not who I'ma play
Car pearly, white as teeth, I guess that you could say I'm flossin
See me and think of green, like Saint Patrick's Day or Boston
I lead and they follow, these rappers guilty of stalkin
The underground was dead but I'm about to leave the coffin
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