John (Explicit) - Chamillionaire

Lyrics by：Chamillionaire

Composed by：Chamillionaire

Fo' fo' bulldog my mutha****ing pet

I point it at you and tell that mutha****er fetch

I'm ****ing her good she got her legs on my neck

I get p***y mouth and a*s call that ***** triple threat

When I was in jail she let me call her collect

But if she get greedy I'm a starve her to death

Top down it's upset been ****ing

The world and n***a and I ain't cum yet

You **** with me wrong

I knock your head off your neck

The flight too long I got a bed on the jet

The guns are drawn and I ain't talking 'bout a sketch

I pay these n***as with a reality check

Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best

This game is a ***** I got my hand up her dress

The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest

An AK47 is my ****ing address huh

I'm not a star somebody lied

I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

Yeah

Load up the choppers like it's December 31st

Roll up and cock it and hit them n***as where it hurts

If I die today remember me like John Lennon

Buried in Louis I'm talking all brown linen huh

Come on

So many watches I feel like how should I proceed

Trade 1 for a dennys 'cause all these mouths I gotta feed

Said stop bein modest and pull

Your watch from out your sleeve

I said I'll never do it until

You all learn how to ski

Uh resume say that I'm paid in full like madd hatter

Flight to saint martin I'm sippin' drinks in my cabana

Mention my name hope I don't hear none of the chatter

'Cause I'm swearing I'm tearing

Your whole appearence tell kadava

Most of 'em get madder but 'cause my money on a ladder

Might not really matter but I'll still turn you into matter

I'm just doing my thing

Just met a stripper in atlanta

Tried to sit on my lap

I had to tell her I ain't santa santa

Money to gather anything else is looking blurry

I'm sitting on vogues count the spokes I think it's 30

Turn the radio on and they say that they ain't heard me

I'm still countin' money from

Ridin' and that white n nerdy early

Yea I'm a star

Yea I'm a star can't say I'm not

When I gotta tour bus for a car

Got stacks on deck and I roll with soldiers like ja-bar

While I'm in a jacuzzi watchin' your braud take off her bra

'Bout to put my nuts off in her jaw uh

Can't really eat it nah I don't make that type of cheedar

Feelin' conceited because I know I get it better

Gave a card that was sayin' chamillitary to the teller

Be raining forever are logo should be an umbrella

Big black n***a and an icey watch

Shoes on the coupe ***** I got a Nike shop

Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box

Grinding in my Jordans kick 'em

Off they might be high swish

I'm swimming in the yellow ***** boss

In the red 911 looking devilish

Red beam make a ***** n***a sit down

Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time

Drop Palmolive in a n***a d**e

Make it come back even harder than before

Baby I'm the only one that paid your car notes

Well connected got killers off in Chicago

I'm not a star somebody lied

I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

Yeah

Load up the choppers like it's December 31st

Roll up and cock it and hit them n***as where it hurts

If I die today remember me like John Lennon

Buried in Louis I'm talking all brown linen huh

Talk stupid get ya head popped

I got that Esther ***** I'm red fox

Big bee's Red Sox

I get money to kill time dead clocks

Your ****ing with a n***a who don't give a ****

Empty the clip than roll a window up

P***y n***as sweet you n***as center bun

I'm in a red ***** she said she finna cum

200 thou on a chain I don't need a piece

That banana clip let Chiquita speak

Dark shades eazy E

Five letters YMCMB

***** a*s n***a

P***y a*s n***a

I see ya looking what ya looking at n***a

You know the rules kill 'em all and keep moving

If I died today it'd be a holiday

I'm not a star somebody

Lied I got a chopper in the car

So don't make it come alive

Yeah

Rip yo a*s apart than I put myself together

YMCMB double M we rich forever

The bigger the bullet the more that ***** gon' bang

Red on the wall Basquiat when I paint

Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my *****

My first home invasion pocket gain and 40 bricks

Son of a ***** than I made a great escape

Ain't it funny momma only son be baking cakes

Pull up in the sleigh hop out like I'm santa claus

N***as gather round got gifts for all of y'all

Take it home and let it bubble that's the double up

If you get in trouble that just mean you ****ing up

It's a cold world I need a bird to cuddle up

Yeah

I call the plays mutha**** huddle up

I'm not a star somebody lie

I gotta chopper in the car