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"In The Booth Freestyle" lyrics by CHAMILLIONAIRE
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"In The Booth Freestyle"


Hold up ron c let me get serious on me
Hahahahaah hold up man
I don't even smoke but ah
I'm finna smoke em
Geah, geah, geah, geah

Chamillionaire I open vibe and the xxl
And the writer in there said that you had trouble to sell
Trouble to sell, how could I have trouble cause hell
I dropped the sound of revenge and I liked doubled the sales
You thought id fall off forgive me
The sound of success yeah that's next
Pop up in my video throwing my rocs up like I'm aztec
You got your ass wrecked, seen the size of my last check
Figures in my wallet got it green enough to match shrek
Crime did that too, couple of my screws is kinda loose
Niggaz talking that like they had bodyguards behind they booth
See me out and pat me on my back like mama susse
Cat in the hat rap save all that for mama susse
The price is high could'ntget half of a hook to book ya
Wouldn't go out and try to purchase half a hooker would ya
I had my other brother see ya in the hood ya butchered
Had some white boys jump out the bushes like aston kutcher butcher
Money on it, and I'll win it like I want it
Take money that use to be yours and go spend it like I own it
Mad cause you know that you gon only matter for the moment
If your gangster matter fact ya don't matter to yav shown it
My konvicts entertain like akon and t-pain
I run with a con that gotta arm for t pain
Show ya the batman like that boy was b wayne
Ya grill laying on the bloody part of a sheet stain
Contain ya self wouldn't care if ya drink a jug or not
Hop out the drop and run ya over like a jugganaut
Do not care about how many cousins that ya cousin got
Twist ya up till they can't fix ya like that puzzle box
Lames complain about the state of the game
And you the same as the lames and they go cater to dames
When wu-tang was the thang boys was braided with fangs
When the west coast was the thang boys went dayton insane
Now the truth is they say I love ya ya ya grill
And they stutter when they see me it's cha cha chamill
Bandanas, bananas and not 1's to peel
Enough guns for real, ya guts will spill

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