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Letra actual de la canción
[** Chillin by Wale (Instrumental):]<br /><br />[Verse 1: ~Chamillionaire~]<br />Uh, I heard there was a funeral for Auto-Tune<br />I'm glad that I'm livin, some of y'all is doomed<br />Talkin 'bout death, I'd be honored to<br />Death of DJs yellin over all the tunes<br />Thought he was the man but that boy a coon<br />And I'm so street smart they call me "Harvard Goon"<br />Mixtape Messiah 8 is what y'all assume<br />But scratch that, better take cover, dodge the boom! (yeah) <br />{explosion}<br />Gotta kill it like Michael, not Jackson but Vick (why?)<br />Get punished for the crime, have 'em still on my dick<br />I'm so Pharreal with this thing on my hip (yep)<br />Pusha and a Malice, yeah I got me two Clipse (Clipse)<br />Lookin for some trouble, you can have your first wish<br />I'd take your house, have your kitchen on bricks (woo!)<br />No banana in the tailpipe Miss (nah)<br />Pullin my money and it's never no splits<br />Whips what you mean, I could be a slave master<br />Hundred for the Benz but the 'lac is way faster<br />(College) dropout like I never heard Asher<br />I don't need your opinion if I ain't ask ya<br />Make 'em remember they asthma<br />Ladies want to practice, I make 'em play tackle (tackle)<br />Chill out, what ya hidin from the drop for?<br />[ Chamillionaire Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ] <br />Lookin for some ice baby, welcome to Alaska<br />(N Luv Wit My Money), I'm just tryin to kiss stacks (yep)<br />Tryin to date mine, I'm a tell the chick tax (yep)<br />Million dollar mack, have your mama on her back<br />Tap Tap for Revenge like the iPhone app (ha)<br />King of mixtapes, let 'em know that that's fact<br />I'm fittin to run rap, mess around and get lapped (lapped)<br />Round of applause for ya if I get jacked<br />I bet ya hear claps comin out the kid's strap (woo!)<br />Everytime they see me, they just call me "hachoo"<br />'Cause every verse sick enough to give ya that flu (flu)<br />Every stack I'm pickin up thick as Ragu<br />I'm pullin up in my dropper, they like "Koopa, that's you?"<br />True, I just want my clout to last<br />And they say that money talks, so I'm talkin fast (fast)<br />Promise my vault is like Alcatraz<br />Ya break in, you're never gonna make it out with cash<br />Could get money out of Pamela Anderson (what?)<br />And her son, I'm the man with funds (funds)<br />Give me your account, let me manage one<br />I'm a gon' clean it out until the damage done<br />Let me be clear (yeah), no antenna<br />Hundred thou' stacks, that's a big man dinner<br />Pull up outside on some big chrome spinners<br />Hop out just to show you how quick I can get scrilla
Letra nueva de la canción
[** Chillin by Wale (Instrumental):]<br /><br />[Verse 1: ~Chamillionaire~]<br />Uh, I heard there was a funeral for Auto-Tune<br />I'm glad that I'm livin, some of y'all is doomed<br />Talkin 'bout death, I'd be honored to<br />Death of DJs yellin over all the tunes<br />Thought he was the man but that boy a coon<br />And I'm so street smart they call me "Harvard Goon"<br />Mixtape Messiah 8 is what y'all assume<br />But scratch that, better take cover, dodge the boom! (yeah) <br />{explosion}<br />Gotta kill it like Michael, not Jackson but Vick (why?)<br />Get punished for the crime, have 'em still on my dick<br />I'm so Pharreal with this thing on my hip (yep)<br />Pusha and a Malice, yeah I got me two Clipse (Clipse)<br />Lookin for some trouble, you can have your first wish<br />I'd take your house, have your kitchen on bricks (woo!)<br />No banana in the tailpipe Miss (nah)<br />Pullin my money and it's never no splits<br />Whips what you mean, I could be a slave master<br />Hundred for the Benz but the 'lac is way faster<br />(College) dropout like I never heard Asher<br />I don't need your opinion if I ain't ask ya<br />Make 'em remember they asthma<br />Ladies want to practice, I make 'em play tackle (tackle)<br />Chill out, what ya hidin from the drop for?<br />[ Chamillionaire Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ] <br />Lookin for some ice baby, welcome to Alaska<br />(N Luv Wit My Money), I'm just tryin to kiss stacks (yep)<br />Tryin to date mine, I'm a tell the chick tax (yep)<br />Million dollar mack, have your mama on her back<br />Tap Tap for Revenge like the iPhone app (ha)<br />King of mixtapes, let 'em know that that's fact<br />I'm fittin to run rap, mess around and get lapped (lapped)<br />Round of applause for ya if I get jacked<br />I bet ya hear claps comin out the kid's strap (woo!)<br />Everytime they see me, they just call me "hachoo"<br />'Cause every verse sick enough to give ya that flu (flu)<br />Every stack I'm pickin up thick as Ragu<br />I'm pullin up in my dropper, they like "Koopa, that's you?"<br />True, I just want my clout to last<br />And they say that money talks, so I'm talkin fast (fast)<br />Promise my vault is like Alcatraz<br />Ya break in, you're never gonna make it out with cash<br />Could get money out of Pamela Anderson (what?)<br />And her son, I'm the man with funds (funds)<br />Give me your account, let me manage one<br />I'm a gon' clean it out until the damage done<br />Let me be clear (yeah), no antenna<br />Hundred thou' stacks, that's a big man dinner<br />Pull up outside on some big chrome spinners<br />Hop out just to show you how quick I can get scrilla
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