Chamillionaire - Runnin' the Game lyrics

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Chamillionaire - Runnin' the Game lyrics

[Chamillionaire] You can lick the dick on a stick If you don't think that I'm the ish You mad cuz you s** like some lips on a big tit Ho? No, I'ma laugh Ice clearer then fiber gla** Bootleggers without a lab Don't hide cuz we'll ya a** Chamillion is kinda mad I'm rich like I'ma crab Make n***as rewind it fast Tow-trucks wanna sign my a** So much..ice on my chest Under my nose, on my golds These hoes be thinkin' I was raised by rich eskimo's I'ma walkin' Fort Knox Oops, my fork dropped It's okay, I ride more chops then chop-sticks and porkchops At a chinese buffet, trickin' tricks you got to get No respect, never let sooo you can't have her set Her boyfriend talkin' bout, "Hey, where that ba*tard went" When I grab ya a** and then act like it was a accident I'ma walkin' accident cuz everywhere I go I wreck I'm as throwed as what ya throw to your pet when playin' fetch Wanna crawl off that wet, I see a goofy group of groupies Cuz you wrapped in Coogi and Gucci don't mean you ain't a hoochie Salute me when you see me, play fetch with fake breasts All day at my rich swishahouse, n***as to raise the bets Watch when Lil' Wayne get mad if I said I make fresh Give me all his beats, lunch money and paycheck Yes, damn that was what I was gonna say next But nevermind rewind to where I was talkin' bout fake breasts Believe I keep heat and got bullets that heat seek My beeper got more beeps then a Bentley horn, *beep beep* My pager got more pages then a Webster's Dictionary I pull more work in a busy gravedigger in a cemetary n***a you got beef? *Powww* we ate flesh n***a who that gotta deep-hole in ya A-Virex Got her bouncin' like fake checks So doin' the face s** Cuz I'm the throwdest to ever wreck and k** tape decks

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