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Color Changin Click - "Freestyle Drill"
Lyrics to Freestyle Drill : (feat. Lil Flip) [Yung-Ro] When I come down, you might see me Chuck Taylors on feet A new unit from the mile, with my nobody piece On buck-highs when I ride, and slide so gently Lookin fly like the guy that I was meant to be I put up in a Bentley, just like you think I wouldnt Leather seats with extra cushion, Im at eaze when Im pushin Im older, Ima roller, flippin chiefin that dolja Hit the gas, fuck the brakes, it aint a scratch on my rover I buy a sack and then roll up, just to get back in composure I take this rappin way more then, just makin cash and exposion Peep the stats on my quarter, Im up to bat and Im holdin My balls, and my word and I dont crack em for no one Matter fact Im the chosen, what, flippin my tongue Asalakem-Asalum, Chamillionaire.com Im logged in in a fog benz, playin with my lap-top Screens drop, trunk pop, destination IHOP So jump down with ya boy, if you feelin that fluid I stay high and act a fool, because I gots to do it, GYeah! -UH.HUH, Yung-Ro, GYea- [50/50 Lil Twin] -Man, 50/50 Im still draped up and dripped down, screw tape jammin Trunk rumblin and tremblin, Color Changin and blendin Forest side mirrors blinkin, while Im turnin and tippin Hit my brakes at 9:00 at 10, them rims stop spinnin Channels set, rim grinnin, tatted up on my skin and. 9 fiancees, I aint trippin, fuck a 3 some Im ten-in Program pimpin, lean sippin, hoes suckin 5 lickin Invicible set, diamonds hittin, while the minute hand tickin I hold chickens, steerin whippin, 72 is my mission I cant front unless you spendin, pitch like Roger Clemens I throw work, fiends hit it out the park like Dillon Now they geekin and flitchin, feelin bad cuz they sinnin My twin got shot in his head and his leg now he limpin So dont make him swing that aggie, and may place he fix it 600 Horses in my engine, sittin still fish finnin My grand-prix on non-stoppers, H2 3 on pippens If you wonderin its 50, turn me up just listen I make grown-man decisions, so at life you cant miss me, what' -Boys gonna feel this Color Changin Click mayne -We tippin down, popped up wide open [Chamillionaire (Yung-Ro)] -Fareal, Yeah Windows down cuz they tinted, so niggaz can see me up in it Wait for my spinners to stop spinnin, after 5 minutes re-spin it Emblem on the hood, lookin about the size of a grammy Chrome Lady doin the Statue Of Liberty pose on my candy Used to be candy over silver, now its wine berry over gold Now its Color Changin on the doors, while Im swangin thinkin 24s No police out on Dalem, hollows we got em no problem Spot em and push a wig back farther then Hatter did my album I aint got to promote it, nope no radio play Pull out that K, right-away and ya drop-date ll be today I hope ya doin killer crunches, aint gotta vest when it lunges Patch ya stomach, so (NOBODY!) aint got to see what ya lunch is (Haha) I dont like niggaz grumpin, gossipin in my circumference And Sucka-Free is flippin humpeds we gettin bills by the bunches Hold up, plot on them thangs, belt-buckles and bang He pull out that thang from behind the belt-buckle than bang Hit ya face with that handle, make ya braces dismantle Then theyll erase the Sopranos and put my face on that channel Jumped down, fun lift the trunk let it dangle Geometric rims spinnin at a obtuse angle Braud act like she dont see me, bet she get broke in Throwin gin down her chin, til her dome spin like my chrome rims Rap-game it was throwd in, but Im still gon win Hell yeah nigga, Koopa freestyle with no pen [Lil Flip] Im from the streets, I know yall niggaz peep game My nigga Note, just dropped his shit Street Fame Will Lean comin next, Im bout to drop again Yall niggaz #1, but Ima take ya spot again Im off the lot again, rollin in a drop again Im sippin sizzerp, you drinkin on a Heineken I got the cheddar now Im on another level now You wearin white-rocks, its yellow in my bezel now I gotta bigger car, cuz Ima bigger star Im fuckin Dolly Pardon, she wear a bigger bra You know where Im from and you know what the fuck we be packin These niggaz be hatin Im vested up in-case they jackin Bitches come and they go, Flip is runnin the show And if you dont know, now you muthafuckas know Im the hottest around, niggaz know how I get down When I come to your town, hook me up with a pound And we gon smoke a blunt, and Im gon rock the show I know this yo baby-momma but Ima fuck ya hoe Get the brain, get the change, peep the rangs, peep the rocks You know where the fuck Im from, I represent my block Yall niggaz braggin and boastin, Ill leave you gaggin and chokin Jump out the Jag and approachin..Bitch Nigga! [O.G. Ron: Talking until song ends] [ Freestyle Drill Lyrics ]
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