Chamillionaire

Chamillionaire - Antifreeze Freemix lyrics

rate me

[Chamillionaire:]

I'm like the baddest rapper ever Ever ever? Ever!

I always been it like I stood next to Uncle Fester

Swisher house professor taught y'all how to be successful

Used to Run a house like Rev and Diggy and Vanessa

Yes I got a stretcher that's for competition Not in my position they ain't got a pot to piss in

You can call it dissin' they stay broke like it's tradition

Fly over the hood (man you must think you) Blake Griffin

Finger itching I got riching

My mother say she loving it

She took a million it took a year til I discovered it

I took my money out and I almost shut down the government

I threw it in the tub and let my main chick rubber dubbing it

The passcode on my bank account is Catch Me If You Can

I know they gay just undercover like they with the clan

Don't throw a rock and later say that you my biggest fan

Remove the mic right now so it don't break and beat you with this stand

Your girl be calling me like everytime she grab a phone

I never hear 'em all her messages be rather long

These losers copying too much and you can't say I'm wrong

Wiz Khalifa hit the joint, now everybody cheech ching chong

A sign that's on my door that say no man but me allowed

Might see your woman drying off in here without a towel

Don't get confused just cause the twitter picture got a smile

Get on 4 square post where you at and I'll come show up now

After I beat you down, twitpic and retweet this clown

I bet in person all these talkers ain't gon' leak a sound

I travel everywhere how come your boys don't be around

Take trips where y'all be missing y'all must live in lost and found

Rap game's a female chat and all y'all do is disrespectful her

Can't really say you fresh cause all of y'all is whack except for

A few it's maybe two yeah most of y'all is pop as Ke$ha

I wanna grab a bottle and just turn your tap to ketchup

I teach 'em how to stunt, super Dave done taught a lecture

See me 2012 and said you fresh as when I met ya

I'm in my robe and slippers walking round like I'm Hugh Heffner

I'm dressed in red your girl is black, jump on her like a checker King me

[Chorus:]

Cooler then antifreeze dammit these rappers be

The baddest thing happening since King had a dream

Cooler then antifreeze dammit these rappers be

The baddest thing happening since King had a dream

[Maino:]

Maino hustle hard, better pray to god

I swear to god, lames better play they part

It's going down, I run this town

I'm here now, let's get it

Black flag. black tee, shooters in a black truck

Diamonds on, getting money, haters on my right nut

Left arm automa bezzle look like falling stars

Fifty shot Calico, niggas better call on God

I'm the one they fear reason why they're running scared

Do it Mob style, bullet right behind his head

I declare I'm the king of Kings County

Stand up nigga why these haters can't down me

Look around I round the town these other niggas clowns see

Go ahead let him talk slick I bet I make his mouth bleed

Homie we strong, these rap niggas peeons

They cuddle with the same bitches I pee on

Brick getters getting bread in rainy weather

My white girl savetta and it go panamera

I'm a don bitch miss me with that nonsense

.44 holster underneath my armpit

Fuck nigga the reason to love niggas

My last homie snaked me that's why I don't trust niggas

Straight to the devil is where I took them

Fuck what you heard I run Brooklyn

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks:]

Can't stop too much cream veiw me on your movie screen

Got the sweater, got the hat, sneaker, and the Gucci jeans

Sicker than I used to be, time to get them used to Queens

Flawless bitches usually turn them all into super fiens

Mamy I'm the coolest from PYT's to cougars

The haters remorse they can D-I-E from rugers

Nigga say hello to Judahs, genius how I do this

Cleanest pictures standing out of Beemers with the blue wrist

Shorty keep my name low till my name, tell honey my angle

I'm touring and she taking off her leggings on the table

Pussy popping on the Skyp, crustin' on the phone

I'm a fuck her with my freestyle going off the dome

I got her smoking weed now, she's glowing off patron

Kush cologne, weirdo when I push my poem, cripple chrome

In my Queens, Manhattan, Staten Island, Bronx, and Brooklyn zone

And my meaner packing, paper staking, bitch go get your own

[Chorus]

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