Letra y Significado de UGLY FREESTYLE, Chamillionaire

[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)


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