Did I Change Lyrics - The Chick Magnet - Paul Wall

[Chamillionaire] 

Oooh-ooooh-oooh-oo-ooh 

Just believe, something real freaky's going down 

Oooh-ooooh-oooh-oo-ooh 

Take a sip of this, and just let it relax your mind 

Oooh-ooooh-oooh-oo-ooh 

Please do not disturb, on the door you see that sign 

[Hook] 

Oooh-ooooh-oooh, I'm really feeling you 

If you can keep a secret, then I'll keep a secret too 

And this is what we'll do I'll, be your number two 

I can let you feel on me, if you just let me feel on you 

Oooh-ooooh-oooh, I know you got a man 

Your undercover lover, I can be your back up plan 

And we can just pretend we're, nothing more than friends 

The sex will never end, that way everybody wins 

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[Chamillionaire] 

Their dorms their college, their brains share knowledge 

I tip toe through the back do', and no one gon hear about it 

And if your boo try to search you, in any clue get spotted 

I hope the lipstick, that is smeared on your top lip is not it 

Naw we don't sip Hypnotic, we sipping Henny and some Crimevicts 

So take a sip of this, and just let it relax your mind 

Your body's calling me informing me, that you're freakier than normally 

Birthday suit has been worn for me, latex condom put on for me 

Protection in the briefcaser, plenty of lead with no eraser 

Trojan Man gotta be safer, ladies that plot for my treat paper 

Watching a man while he chase her, trying to figuer out whether she faithful 

But the minute that he takes her, break them C-H-I-C taker 

He running round like he gangsta, don't think your girl can't get lead 

To the edge of the bedspread, hungry for sex she can get fed 

Spread her legs or get fed head, she's wearing that yellow pink thong 

She's got her wedding ring on, but it still never seems wrong, Koopa 

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[Hook] 

[Chamillionaire] 

See getting money's like sex, and I'm having a manage G 

Gold diggers can't F' with me, like I'm having a manage me 

A hoe see the ice and she start tripping, like your broad can't skeet 

Koopa get a hot steamy ain't creamy, but uh-naw it ain't T 

If it's her first time with me, she'll do her thang like she knew me 

Can't stand a booshie hoe, a booshie hoe can't enthuse me or amuse me 

Can't stand a groupie, cause a groupie's purpose is usually to use me 

They usually hop on the next dick, when they see 50 Cent or Juve 

Who he that's Koopa, but he look like 50 Cent oh yeah 

Well G-G-G-G-ge-ge-ge-get the hell out of here yeah 

If this ain't just about the sex, don't waste your time 

Money jewelry and fame, should be the last thing on your mind 

You steady trying to be like them, Chamillion trying to be like Ben Franklin 

Cause a girl that I think is feeling me, say she like him aaah 

Don't worry naw, Koopa not disappointed 

I look to' as the do', stick my finger out like this and point it 

Leave, with me it's a ghetto version of Girls Gone Wild 

Niggas probably heard our sound, gotta use a very large towel 

To stick under the do' she's moaning, trying to wake up any sleep takers 

Screaming obscenities at me, she got a foul mouth like she T. Draper 

Sheet shaker heat maker, wanna be down then I replace her 

Cameras'll get your cart I'm smart, you will not ever see the taper 

What we did let me lace ya, up in some game while she take a 

Sip of the Henny or a skeet taste of, some of this Rum minus the chaser yeah 

[Hook] 

[Chamillionaire] 

I got some Henn got some Crime, got some Remmy and it's time 

To take a sip of this, and just let it relax your mind 

Your body is so fine, girl I'm peeping your design 

Somehow it feels right, tell me how can I decline 

Please do not disturb on that door, you see that sign 

There'll be no interrupting, something freaky on my mind 

Sipping going doo-own, stripping going doo-own 

She know what's on my mii-ind, I'm ready to bump and grii-ind 

Oooh-ooooh-ooo-oooh, oooh-ooooh-oooh-ooooh 

Oooh-ooooh-ooo-oooh, oooh-ooooh-oooh-ooooh 

[Devin the Dude] 

Your man use to fuck you down, but now he's slacked up 

She's running all over town, I think he's gonna need back up 

I'll be your relief pitcher, dick up in your mitt 

There's no cork off in my bat, so it's somewhat illegal hit 

Boom over the fence, rinse off my balls when I'm finished 

Yes she's probably a good sport, but he's got you playing tennis 

Running after balls, dodging all your calls 

You're horny wanna grind him, but you just can't find him 

So here's what you do, call 832-567 

You remember the rest, just ask for Devin 

Yes I'll come quick, but not too soon 

Leaving nutty rubbers, all over the room 

Don't forget to bring the pill, the dress I like and high heels 

Some extra panties if you will, we can chill 

I'll never wanna come between you and him, understand 

But if you ever need a back up plan, I'm your man