
Roll Wit Me Chamillionaire (Ft. Balance (Rapper) & Stat Quo)
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[Hook: Balance]
Roll wit me, me
I'll show you how to get up on your P, P
Pimpin' ain't a hobby, nigga we, we
Do this everyday, ea-sy
Nigga, ya feel me?
Roll wit me, me
I'll show you how to get up on your P, P
Pimpin' ain't a hobby, nigga we, we
Do this everyday, ea-sy
Nigga, ya feel me?
[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]
When I pull up at the car wash
Them hoes gon' do what we tell 'em
If it's not, it's not
From the rocks
How 'bout you get to detailin'?
Sprewellin', femalin'
Her friend think we weed sellin'
So many bad yellow hoes
You know they think that we sell 'em
He yellin' bout his broad
Now he gon' bring it
Goin' through wit' them
Tell ya hooligans
To the Phantom
Bring ya Rugers in
I slap 'em
It look like I ran a dagger through ya chin
Makin' you a rim, they yellin' stop
But I bet'chu was dead
I'm V.I.P, P
I vroom up in the pussy
Then I flee, she
Look kinda like that chick from BET, T
Out at 106th and park, my ride for free
But my hoes gotta pay for me, haha
You know that Cham is the bread crook
That'll hit'cha man wit the left hook
Chamillionaire, Balance and Stat
He apparently get took
Playas get chose
Pay for it, no
That habit, ya get shook
You wanna be wit Chamillionaire?
You gotta balance a check-book
Roll wit me, me
I'll show you how to get up on your P, P
Pimpin' ain't a hobby, nigga we, we
Do this everyday, ea-sy
Nigga, ya feel me?
Roll wit me, me
I'll show you how to get up on your P, P
Pimpin' ain't a hobby, nigga we, we
Do this everyday, ea-sy
Nigga, ya feel me?
[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]
When I pull up at the car wash
Them hoes gon' do what we tell 'em
If it's not, it's not
From the rocks
How 'bout you get to detailin'?
Sprewellin', femalin'
Her friend think we weed sellin'
So many bad yellow hoes
You know they think that we sell 'em
He yellin' bout his broad
Now he gon' bring it
Goin' through wit' them
Tell ya hooligans
To the Phantom
Bring ya Rugers in
I slap 'em
It look like I ran a dagger through ya chin
Makin' you a rim, they yellin' stop
But I bet'chu was dead
I'm V.I.P, P
I vroom up in the pussy
Then I flee, she
Look kinda like that chick from BET, T
Out at 106th and park, my ride for free
But my hoes gotta pay for me, haha
You know that Cham is the bread crook
That'll hit'cha man wit the left hook
Chamillionaire, Balance and Stat
He apparently get took
Playas get chose
Pay for it, no
That habit, ya get shook
You wanna be wit Chamillionaire?
You gotta balance a check-book
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