Tha Chill - Mechanical Dummy lyrics

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Tha Chill - Mechanical Dummy lyrics

[Verse 1: Kid Cobra] Romin' in the mall you can skip the weak price tags I can buy anything as long as I bring a duffle bag My flow is serious but it's a hundred percent stupid One second later you fall in love with us because of cupid Y'all get booed of the stage, then y'all get extra mad Wanna be in first cla**? pay attention get a notepad Yea it might be stupid but my verses are silent Blank C be smoking loud while y'all be smoking them quiets I roll up in a Cadillac next day is Mercedes Second guy being turnt' up Mr. Hades Once I'm in the booth I'm in the zone cuz' it's on Six Sum' in hotels better call Mr. LeBron I'm one not a number two and I've never been on a number three I move forward never go back and y'all steady tryna' be wanna be's Blowin' money so high y'all gone think I'm shooting rockets Y'all don't get paid on a basis instead y'all pickin' pockets. Why? [Hook: Young Check'a] True Sk**s boy getting' paid money Rappers getting' scared always keep 'em running Flow so stupid flow so funny We some idiots Mechanical Dummy [Verse 2: Young Check'a] Young Check'a and my flow is so idiotic That's my own opinion tell me what you think about it You think I give it but really only Brittany got it Gettin' bands you boys is gettin' penny pockets Ain't about that life then go and get about it Y'all don't know nun about it I had a life that i wanna live but my family i couldn't live without it Getting' money like a bank accounting Higher then a Appalachian Mountains I had a girl to get a girl now all the girls just talk about it Y'all don't even know me but the name is Young Check'a Don't worry cuz' by next year you rappers gone feel pressure Girl has golden skin so i call that gold my treasure Elbow in the head then walk away, Metta The Finals I bet it Young Check'a don't forget it You boys is in the lead, to bad I'm just ahead it Chris give me credit cuz' I'm the one that led it Screw all my enemies and half of all my exes [Hook] [Verse 3: Larro Da Great] Uh, Ballin' hard for my city Doin' it for my lil' sister them old hitta's that's with me That's C.S.M.B.S. Double M and we poppin' bottles like Diddy One head shot we gone stop the game and control the game like Bibby Put that diamond face in that Rollie, I'm ballin' hard like I'm Kobe Them haters I know they hating but really don't even know Go insane they can't even control me, got 20 shots that's Ginobili Yo' main thot she all on my hip and she giving out neck and rollie Put that Rollex and I'm shinin' them, haters know that they wildin' I'm countin' all of this fast money my Rollex man got diamonds k**in' these rappers here [?] That pistol talk bring a 9 in I'm steady rappin' these fast these speed racers I'm buyin' Steady countin' all of that fast cheddar my flow's gettin' a lil' better I'm steady rockin' wit lil' Cam and I'm hittin' flows wit Check'a The coldest rappers that's flowin' and swear these... a sweater I'm flowin' cold I'm flowin' cold no heating me like a lever (Woo) [Hook [x3] Malfunction, Malfunction, Malfunction, Malfunction Malfunction, Malfunction, Malfunction, Yea

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