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Chamillionaire

Genres: Hip-Hop

Pass The Courvoisier Lyrics - Chamillionaire

[Chamillionaire] 

The walkin' chandellier is here, but hey something is weird 

Door-handles disappeared got shaved off like a beird 

NBA Live and Metal Gear nigga, look at ya bimbo 

Climbin' in the window, "I just want to play the Nintendo" 

Hold up a second kinfolk, ya missing ya slut 

Ya misses got stuck, while she was tryin' to get in the truck 

I tryed to roll the window up and when I did it got stuck 

Now all you candy paint, her legs and her butt 

People always mistake me for Mannie Fresh 

'Cause hoes see the way I dress and say "Man He Fresh" 

Ask Mista Madd, Kat ain't the man to test 

So many K's he got the Ku Klux Klan impressed 

Hold up a second kinfolk, Koopa shoot the bazooka 

And handcuffin' boyfriends don't even introduce her 

to Koopa if you don't want Koopa to come and scoop her 

With screens fallin' like hoola-hoops on a hoola-hooper 

Hold up a second kinfolk, she don't wanna share me 

This ain't no funeral stop actin' like an obituary 

*Phone Rings*, Operator give me the nearest library 

'Cause these hoes keep beggin' me for some dictionary 

Bag chicks in the flag-ship, I'ma show all my books 

She said she never heard of me before but know all my hooks 

That's the way it always begin 

The story will end 

with me and Victoria in the Victoria Inn 

Knock-Knock before I open the door for your whore 

I'll put my jewlrey in the drawer so I can look like I'm poor 

Put a ice-pack on my back so I can look like I'm sore 

Get a massage from ya braud while we lookin' at porn 

Hold up a second kinfolk, I get respect and your last 

Niggaz that think I won't make em' cry like tear gas 

You want me for trouble I open a can of whoop ass 

I got the game locked, like gladlock zip bags 

No kids, so ain't no children callin' me poppa 

Only time I'ma poppa, is when the heat 'll go blocka 

Until then I'm the one-hitter quitter, hater dropper 

When you fall on the floor, I'ma use ya face to mop a 

hall way all day, on the C-Wall with a camera 

Damnit bruh, I forgot to give a shout-out to Tamera 

Well this my shout-out for you, I hope this is cool 

To you know who, and you know who Chamillion said what it do 

Yeah