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[Chamillionaire] Smack the face off ya face, and that's all it takes For me to make butter-boy, take my verse off his tapes Koopa's iced out, lights reflect off the face Prolly could cough on a plate and make frosted flakes Ladies like me, me speakin' like a walkin' baby Yall niggas is lady-like like a walkin' lady You may not watch MTV or Carson Daly But you can watch them TV's in my car son daily Caught ya baby, in a akward position She was missin' but when you found her, her panties were missin' Tryed to snatch the chain like a ice crispy treat And snap, crackle, pop til' ya drop and hit the street Mmm, I don't think you wanna get faybe in a bad look Get ya jag took, beef in a minute he's a bad cook There will never be a true happy ending like a bad book When you keep tryin' to subtract all my dollars like a math book Act a ass, look..Me and Gu-U in a true blue; Denali prolly while you probably lookin' for a new boo Thuggin' wit Lewis too, not just cuz he can rap But cuz he can wrap his knuckles around ya neck and snap Oops call a ambulance You boys don't have a chance Bust shots at the ground just to make ya family dance Sittin' crooked on my rims, damn..did I say rims Damn..did it again, aww man watch you in (Slim Thug - Talking) Aus Songtexte Mania