Chamillionaire - Shawty lyrics

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Chamillionaire - Shawty lyrics

[Verse 1: Chalie Boy] Got a bad a** face And a body do the food Can't help staring at her waist cause I'm in love with how she move Look like poetry in motion when she get down in her groove Peeping her, she peepin me, so I'm bout to see what it do (Oh Shawty) Look at how she wobble when she walk with it I can tell how she look naked even though she outfitted Now you did it, backing it up A regular brother be packing it up Better one tired you acting me girl I'm known for flipping and smacking it up Letting you know If you let me get a hold her ain't gonna let go Baby girl got me losing control By the way you move fast and move it slow Droppin it low Pick it back up and wine on me Bust it open grind on me Make it feel like it's mine only Show yo naked spine on me Grab me by the hand, I don't know where you heading Throw me in the corner put it on me then you got me begging Please ! Please ! Shawty is you crazy, do da good lady [Verse 2: Chamillionaire] Yeah Girl my game is legendary but I hear that you the truth Know my swagger is trough the roof and my rims looking bigger than a hola-hoop Pretty chick the type to melt, real good shape just like my health Soon as she says she likes my belt, hit her with a quick stroke like Michael Phelps They call me Chamillionaire, millions yeah that's what I'm bout I ain't talking millions cause to me ya million is not a lot If you talk my language baby, Imma be right there on the dot I'm a pull up on swangers baby, Southern styling in my drop TV screens and a satellite play, I'm a tell a hater to have a nice day Break boys off with the trunk on wave, pull up on a mini-truck like HEY! I stay calm, super cool, telling ya girl to remove her shoes Then I might have her twist it front and backwards like a rubrics cube This ain't even a Mercedes she think it's a Mayback The back seat got so much space she feel like she way back That boy Koopa goin get jack, you don't really wanna say that Bet that iron heat ya shirt, start'cha up like lay-flat Never broke, twisted oak, Elvis caddy like a boat Getcha goggles we fins to float, got air shots so getcha coat Hold up they keep asking me how I fit them wheels up on the lac? 25 inch fifth wheel, I call it the quarterback All the huslters in the city like "where the heck you order that?" Big wheel that's on the back, this one wheel just 'ford a flat H-town still on the map, Texas boys still known to stack Texas boys still known to stack, like Mike Jones I brought it back Hooked up with that Chalie Boy I know it's been a little minute, trick So much green, all this cheese, makes me want some spinach dip Girl tell me I be talking fly, I was born like tell me why You talking when I'm talking you are the weakest link, goodbye ! Used to have a lil money problem, used to have a lil money holder Now my wallet so stretched out that I walk around with a money folder Made my quarter, made a quarter, then I turn that to a milli Ya girl leeking while listening to me How can you compete with me, really?

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