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chamillionaire - pound cake freestyle lyrics

go military, what’s up?
go military, what’s up?
go military, what’s up?
uh uh uh
dollar billion
uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
listen close, ey ey

couple investments a few of em made some major sense
keep ya two pennies especially if you ain’t made a cent
i learned the game and been getting publishing ever since
people that ain’t made a dollar will say they ain’t convinced
when you ride to 7 11 on some handle bars
you can’t vision how catchy hooks could take a man to mars
the problem is that y’all only just wanna hang wit stars
heard lauryn sing and wanted to take the world from nas
i salute but i still demand applause
i’ve given infinite gifts i still feel like santa clause
males acting like girls i call it mano pause
this the type of verse that i bet you that type of man would pause
i can’t stop and give the hataz what they ask for
99 thousand or more inside the cash drawer
i’m the type to keep a p-ssport on the dashboard looking for a south of france sh-r- to make a dash for
feeling like damon dash been moving that a cappellas
when times is bleek i hit the freeway like its rockefella
it’s been a decade get a clue that you could stop me never
you’d have a better chance of trying to stop a hot propeller
on a jet while smoking a cigarette/wit gasoline on ya hands
carosine on ya breath/ oh yes i do it the best/ get verses then you are blessed
i do it for what it’s worth and ill never do it for less
stress never that i know the alb-m is more than late
looked quant-ty in the face and told it you’re gonna wait
send a salute to the people who push the culture straight and those who culture hate i just hope you don’t get to procreate/
met with some rappers that industry people over rate
met with the devil but said i wouldnt negotiate
lyor made millions jay made millions
and if cham made millions i’m feelin’ like i can sure relate
killa/see mr koopa got em quite jealous
people that hang wit mr koopa turn to sky dwellers
i’m from a city where the skinny turn to pie sellers
and if any say they making millis then they lie tellers
preach/ the struggle will never cease
your struggle look like a puddle my struggle look like a sheesh
i’m visualizing it clear like i’m mr michael artis
it’s either jackson or jordan i feel like michael on beats
coulda been on a beach/instead i turnt to a beast
the clarity of my raps you’d think i created speech
saw me dirty my cleats all over these houston streets
the hundreds stay in my reach/the money stay on a leash
(-bark) i know you hear them dogs barkin’
that hype beasting is in houston what we call boppin.
i make i’m pay for all my words like its a blog auction
and go daddy what she tells me when we blog shopping
i’m the type to make it and give it a fee
and you the type that make it they wouldn’t take it for free
they look at you and they like tell me whats in it for me
& wouldn’t take ya disc if you put it under their christmas tree
me, lets talk about consistency
consistently make em feel like these other rappers ain’t sick as me
i’m currently in city they’ll never get to see
the only suite that they’ll ever see is a pack of swishas g
my og be callin me to say the streets miss me
he know im eatin’ but the reason is i eat picky
like play station they pump fakin’ and you’ll see quickly
the game switched they’ll always end up wit a 360
alb-ms coming i tell the doubters just wait till then
shot videos and you know that i’d never waste a lenz
they sleeping on me could hope that they never wake again
but they gotta be sleep when you’re planning a rude awakening

hey yo texas you know the puzzles what i had to solve
ya prodigy be bringing havoc like i had a mob
had 3 enemies so them odds what i had to dodge
and now im riding in cars that look like avatars
they ain’t never had the soft never had the hard
they try to make it sound deep pretend they have a cause
pushing them yellow bricks no that’s where you have to pause
most of em cowardly & lion like the man on oz
they lyin to you falsifying within their little bars
they’d probably try to tell you tommy really had a job
tell you how they had to starve and how they had rob
like i went to heaven and took a blessing from the hand of god
nah
sorry i don’t don’t believe it/ don’t believe what ya reading
who the ones that achieved it/ not them we did
irrelevance is as reverent as the person that said it/ and you ain’t never did anything don’t you ever forget it
that dialogue you can dead it/ you borrow your mothers car and put half a tank of unleaded

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