Chuck Inglish - James Harden lyrics

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Chuck Inglish - James Harden lyrics

[Intro: Chuck Inglish] Yo what up, it's Chuck Inglish, you are now in the mix ILLROOTS Radio Three.5. live with OG Chase B [Hook x2] Riding through the city man I'm H-Town mobbin' Coming down on them thangs' swangin' bows James Harden Riding through the city man I'm H-Town mobbin' Coming down on them swangin'-swangin' bows James Harden (ILLAMERICA baby!) [Verse 1: Vic Mensa] (Lean, lean, lean, lean) Run for the money girl you cut too close so cold And the D' pulled up in a 4' My co-worker told me got a 50 for the O' Old boy had to take the Tennessee for the low Yeah, yeah wait, wait b**h don't tell me Your first name Jamie, your best friend Tammy Had them a** up in the hall like Tammity How many hoes can I blow, Yosemite Boom boom b**h get the f** out my way You can hear the trunk before I pull up all day, feels great I can't be the n***a in the kk Money from the rip save money til' the grave Tell the n***a that seeks some moon beast Put a tiger in a cage By the swimming pool, shawty she said she wanna' hit a rave Pop a molly, bout' to have an out-of-body experience n***a serious told her to meet me in the lobby We in the hotel bathroom smoking OG kush she got me open Hope I make it back to Houston whip this hooptie rusted-broken Me being broke, that's a broken promise Made a promise to myself gotta' keep it honest Coming out of Dreams, n***a f** a King of Diamonds We in H-Town sippin', police behind us [Hook x2] [Verse 2: k**a Kyleon] White cup full of screw juice, po'd up I'm on a fresh set of 4's when I roll up Candy paint, drop top, let it fold up Hit the block on the box, yellin' "Hold up!" Money on my [?] fitted Fresh [?] go get it Diamonds in my mouth, jelly got me so chilly Gettin' TLC, pop bands like willies No bike life, tryna counter Meek Milly H-Town n***a but I'm flyin' to the Philly Racks in my Trues, Ben Franks is my billies Country a** n***a but my name not Willy Cup stay [?] cause I popped the seal Paint so wet like I copped a seal Ridin' on gla** box, watch the wheels Time, money, so a n***a can't stop to chill Cause I can't, headed to the bank Supremes on my pedal, 93 in my tank Sip 'till I faint, ball like a Saint Broke N-O, real n***a, my reign Waka Flocka Flames' all a young n***a spit IPhone notes got a young n***a rich Talk that pimp but knock a dumb n***a's b**h Throwin' up money, got them dumb n***as sick [Hook x2]

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