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Chamillionaire

Genres: Hip-Hop

Not Friendly Lyrics - Chamillionaire

Color Changin' Click, ay man I still ain't drop a solo album yet 

I'm runnin' the game huh? Controversy Sells comin' soon 

Nah no need to be excited about that 

I'm runnin' the game right, yeah, I can't hear you, yeah nigga 

 

I'm trunk popped up I'm crawlin' crab 

What the heck that mean? 

I'm crawlin' slab shouldn't came if she on her pad 

Don't waste my gas better call a cab 

 

Cash fold, I got bad hoes 

But they only love me 'cuz my slab throwed 

Car stay actin' like a fag 

(How?) 

Bumper-kit stayin' in drag mode 

 

Get off my jock, you on the sack 

I'ma tell you once, then I'ma warn a cat 

Then I'm, gon' react like you a quarterback 

And I'm Warren Sapp, lay on ya back 

 

Chamillion is not friendly 

You will never get rid of me 

They gon' have a big problem 

When I hit that industry 

 

No Bad Boy and no Puffy 

I'm not 8-Ball or MJG 

'Cuz you gon' have to deal with me 

And that whole C.C.C. 

 

Real with me, you better be 

The industry is scared of me 

These pussy niggas ain't sell 

They'll get signed instead of me 

 

Now toss me the basketball like they want to find out my hops 

Nah, I'ma different type of baller, our wrist got 5000 rocks 

Don't slang but if I did, wouldn't have to hide out from cops 

I'd have watchers on the roof, and I would find all they spots 

 

Nah, I'm not with Swishahouse ain't no plex with 5000 watts 

But Color Change bought me a platinum grill and a 5000 watch 

Sho' ain't low no more it's gon' be 5000 watch 

While they open the door for fans and let about 5000 watch 

 

Party starts when I'm steppin' in 

I'll trust no one but my next of kin 

If you lookin' for friends that'll stab ya back 

Gotta couple friends I'll recommend 

 

Get cash niggas better hit the pen' 

Drunk ass niggas better sip the gin' 

D-Bo niggas that'll hit ya chin 

Wait 'til you get up and then get ya wind 

 

Tryed to play my click left but then the checks crept-in 

And I realized that me, myself and I my best weapons 

So I'm rippin' up applications for a next best friend 

And the only next that I'ma trust, is my next of kin 

 

Doors closed but we ain't outside yellin' let us in 

Nigga we knockin' that hoe to the ground like disrespect again 

(Step ya game up) 

Pat'na my game is stepped up in 

We could make a contest outta plex and let the best to win 

 

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Color Changin' Click, baby 

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