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Gimme Dat feat. Ludacris and Bobby Valentino

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1 Gimme Dat feat. Ludacris and Bobby Valentino
225 plays
2 Balla Baby (Remix) feat. Lil' Flip and Lil' Boosie
138 plays
3 One Call Away feat. J-Weav
92 plays
4 Right Thurr
100 plays

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MP3 : Hate It Or Love It / Gimme Dat feat. Ludacris and Bobby Valentino (2007)

Hate It Or Love It / Gimme Dat feat. Ludacris and Bobby Valentino (2007)

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  • Title: Gimme Dat feat. Ludacris and Bobby Valentino
  • Album: Hate It Or Love It
  • Year: 2007

Lyrics:

[Chorus]
[Bobby Valentino]
I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy)
I just want that gushy, baby thats (awww)

[Chingy]
I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls
A bad lil mamma, and she ready to go
I'm Like...like

[Bobby Valentino]
I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy)
I just want that gushy, baby thats (awww)

[Ludacris]
I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls
A bad lil mamma, and she ready to go
I'm Like...

[Bobby Valentino] & [Chingy]
I just want that gushy,[Yeah] gimme dat (gushy)
[We`re Allstar Atlanta baby]
I just want that gushy,[Luda Check] baby thats (awww)

(Verse 1 - Chingy)
Club packed, know imma be there all night
Tart as hell, Jetlag just got off a flight
But that don't stop me
Who? Not me
Pop 1 bottle
Pop 2
Bottles pop 3
4, 5, 6, chicks in tha V.I.P.
7, 8, 9, naww they all dimes O.G.
Louis frame match my Louis kicks on my fifth right?
Dirty lame look at me wrong? Tell 'em get right
Light reflecting off the Bentley watch, now im lit right?
6's on the candy Range just so i can sit right
Hotter if ya chick nice, I can triple his price
On the black ???, got 'em hating, wanna fist fight?
Man don't get ya shit sliced, yea i hope the fifth tight
We tryna party, yo homey don't mess up this night
Its a D.T.P. thang, wall-to-wall, its hype
Me, Luda and Valentine, we living this life

[Chorus]
[Chingy]
I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls
A bad lil mamma, and she ready to go
I'm Like...like

(Bobby Valentino) & [Ludacris]
I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy)
I just want that gushy,[ahh Yessir] baby thats (awww)

[Ludacris]
I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls
A bad lil mamma, and she ready to go
I'm Like...

(Bobby Valentino) & [Ludacris]
I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy)
I just want that gushy,[Ludaaa] baby thats (awww)

[Verse 2]
[Ludacris]
Ching-A-Ling, I gotta car full of women
And a truck full of beef
Air full of smoke
Le box full of heat
Heat it and repeat it every day!
If the cops seein on mah bumber every thing is ok

What you say
We cruise down the block
Droolz on my watch
Fools on mah truck
So turn this tuuune up a notch
Cause mah whip game's propper
Bentley drop topper
Clubs on Ludaa
Drinks on Chaka

Imma mash that woman
Smash that woman
Jump, shot, fake and pass that woman
Over to Bobby V.
And tell her to swallow he!
OOOPS DID I SAY THAT??
Good oh Golly V.
Cause it's
Probably 3 more women in tha cut
Talkin bout tonite
They tryna get
F**KED UP!!!!

And who tha hell would I be
If I ain't grant them they wish
Well sure his ???? not Ludacris

who is this that got they pockets on foh
[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
Who is this that got his pockets all swole, big bank rolls
A bad lil mamma, and she ready to go
I'm Like..

(Bobby Valentino) & [Ludacris]
I just want that gushy,[WOOOH!] gimme dat (gushy)[OHHH!]
I just want that gushy,[OKAY!] baby thats (awww)

[Chingy]
I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls
A bad lil mamma, and she ready to go
I'm Like...like

(Bobby Valentino) & [Chingy]
I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy)
I just want that gushy,[Look EYY!!] baby thats (awww)

[Verse 3]
[Chingy]
Mah whip flash
You my catch whip glass
When ya boy dip past
Man aint none of yall cold as me
Mah chick lash she ain't roll this past
Watch that new six stash
Why cant none of yall roll like me
Dont get mad blame mah momma dem
Plus the Cadillac gangsta grill
But dont call me drama then
My flows listen to em you mah final summit then
Is a couple celebrity chicks yehhh
I'm with them

[Chorus]
[Chingy]
I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls
A bad lil mamma, and she ready to go
I'm Like...like

(Bobby Valentino) & [Ludacris]
I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy)
I just want that gushy,[ahh Yessir] baby thats (awww)

[Ludacris]
I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls
A bad lil mamma, and she ready to go
I'm Like...

(Bobby Valentino)
I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy)
I just want that gushy, baby thats (awww) [/f]
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# Posted on Tuesday, 18 November 2008 at 10:34 AM

MP3 : Powerballin' / Balla Baby (Remix) feat. Lil' Flip and Lil' Boosie (2004)

Powerballin' / Balla Baby (Remix) feat. Lil' Flip and Lil' Boosie (2004)

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  • Title: Balla Baby (Remix) feat. Lil' Flip and Lil' Boosie
  • Album: Powerballin'
  • Year: 2004

Lyrics:

Yeah, yeah. This for my ballers world-wide, state to state,
City to city, ballers ballers. Let's do this, dirty.
Remix. You know, Ching-a-ling.
You know how I do it: representing St. Louis.
Put your hands up, put your hands up.

[Chorus - Chingy]

I'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby.
Where the ballers at?
Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy.
Where the shotcaller's at?
You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me?
Where the ballers at?
Fake player, scurred I'll take your lady.
Where the shotcallers at?

[Verse 1 - Chingy]

I got the pots up in the kitchen,
I'm just a baller pitching-in my division.
Yes, me coming, some people be like dissing
My 26 rims like full moons, they be glistening.

So yes I got my eye for these chicks when I'm dishing.
The critics be talking, I walk past and start hissing.
Looking at my wrists, and shooting them balls in Detroit like I play for the pistons.

Baby if you listening, I'm a' tour so much,
Folks say I'm missing, gettin'.
This baller s-k-in', I be running around with it, spitting it.

The hood in here, a lotta ballers drop down in here,
I wish you would in here, We smoke good in here.

Moving through your hood shining,
Keep yellow, I'm gonna wear blue diamonds,
Look mellow, allways be grinding, rhyming-
I get 50 thou' for an in-store signing, cause I'm a

[Chorus - Chingy]

I'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby.
Where the ballers at?
Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy.
Where the shotcaller's at?
You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me?
Where the ballers at?
Fake player, scurred I'll take your lady.
Where the shotcallers at?

[Verse 2 - Lil' Flip]

It ain't nuthing to a boss,
That's why I spent three hundred on a cross!
Pink and yellow, Pink and yellow that's the combination.
I know a skinny rapper out here player hating.

Cause I got thirty plaques on my resume,
I got my own liquor, why he drinking Alizee?
Me and Chingy got the pop charts on lock,
But I still get respect on my own block.

Niggers try to take my money, but I bounce back,
Three cribs, one viper, and a mayback.
I'm like, baby, you can call me the birdman.
But I'm the boss, I don't hustle on the curb, man.

Now everybody in my crib got a clover chain,
So even when I'm not around, they promote the name.
I'm Lil' Flip, rapping H-town 'till I'm gone.
I took a trip to Amsterdam smoking out a bong,
A baller, baby!

[Chorus - Chingy]

I'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby.
Where the ballers at?
Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy.
Where the shotcaller's at?
You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me?
Where the ballers at?
Fake player, scurred I'll take your lady.
Where the shotcallers at?

[Verse 3 - Boozie]

That's me, that's right, I've got a Bentley for sure,
A hundred million in the bank, plus I'm getting some more.

I'm the type of dude, moving more product than stores.
I'm a cook it in the kitchen for the price of the raw.

I've got black diamonds, quarter million billers on shore.
On a white sandy beach with kickers and whores.

Said I'm on another level that you can't afford:
Princess cuts, round diamonds, and getting more.

That's why I shoot my dice four thousand or more,
Cause my price at work sure be on soar.

That's why we need a hundred grand for at stores,
'cause I won't settle for nothing less than more.

[Chorus - Chingy]

I'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby.
Where the ballers at?
Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy.
Where the shotcaller's at?
You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me?
Where the ballers at?
Fake player, scurred I'll take your lady.
Where the shotcallers at?
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# Posted on Tuesday, 18 November 2008 at 10:31 AM

MP3 : Jackpot / One Call Away feat. J-Weav (2003)

Jackpot / One Call Away feat. J-Weav (2003)

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  • Title: One Call Away feat. J-Weav
  • Album: Jackpot
  • Year: 2003

Lyrics:

[J/Weav]
Ooh, yea yea
DTP, how we do
Call you and you can call me
Whatever you wanna do baby

[Chorus: J/Weav & (Chingy)] 4x
(You, could, roll, wit, me)
You call if you wanna bump over me
(If you was my baby)
I'm only one call away

[Chingy]
It was weird how we met, huh
She was wit her mom in Bank America
I'm wit my son cashin the check
So I asked outta respect (uh)
Would she like to explore the world or buy
We can fly in my jet
Her reply was "Yes, can I ask you sumpin?"
I seen it in her eye, mama lookin like all I wanted was sex
Scene moved to the next (that is true) but it was something
about this girl's style that make me feel no regrets
We started off casual; walks through the park
Candle light dinners by dark, I'm thinkin smart (smart)
Of course she might think I'm in a rush
To touch, clutch and be up, but baby I ain't on that stuff
Dropped her off and told her call me up, we can talk
Conversate about political subjects whatever's thought
So I zoomed off, lookin by and my phone rang
It was her in the shower, (she said) she said "I couldn't do without ya"
Then I said. . .

[Chorus: J/Weav & (Chingy)] 4x
(You, could, roll, wit, me)
You call if you wanna bump over me
(If you was my baby)
I'm only one call away

[Chingy]
The next day I'm with the fellas at the case playin ball
Here she comes wit her friends they posted up on the wall
Now I'm showin off, trynta dunk trynta dribble break fast
Through the middle just to see her smile and giggle
Game over I punched her wit a kiss on the cheek
The homeboys lookin at me sayin "Lil Howard you weak"
But you know how that go, what I got they want
What I got I flaunt, never mess wit it, PLEASE don't
Told her "I'm going home" she asked can she go too
I'm like "Yeah boo, I can't see me without you"
Got thurr, I took a shower jumped out she in the bed
With a see-through thong said I looked at her and said. . .

[Chorus: J/Weav & (Chingy)] 4x
(You, could, call, me)
You call if you wanna bump over me
(If you was my baby)
I'm always one call away

[Chingy]
Girl recognize game, before game recognize YOU
You're dealin wit a player, TRUE
Now whatchu wanna do?
We can kick it and go puff on a bluuunt
Oh you don't smoke? Grab a pint of Hen' then we can get druuunk
It's up to you, I'm the man but baby just let me know
Cuz if you got an attitude I could treat you just like a hoe
Get to rollin wit me baby, hop in there's enough room
We can gaze at the stars that shine like the moon
Gimme a chance to show ya, and a chance to know ya
Just be true, and there's nothing I won't do, for ya
Some women like to play it foul (foul)
But them the kind I put in the place of a child (child)
Don't worry be happy and smile and. . .

[Chorus: J/Weav & (Chingy)] 4x
(You, could, roll, wit, me)
You call if you wanna bump over me
(If you was my baby)
I'm only one call away
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# Posted on Tuesday, 18 November 2008 at 10:28 AM

Edited on Tuesday, 18 November 2008 at 10:41 AM

MP3 : Jackpot / Right Thurr (2003)

Jackpot / Right Thurr (2003)

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  • Title: Right Thurr
  • Album: Jackpot
  • Year: 2003

Lyrics:

Uhn...Ay Dirty (What?),
look at that girl right there,
ooh she make me say Oh,Oh,Oh,Oh do what you do....

[Chorus]
I like the way you do that right there(right there),
switch ya hips when ya walking, let down ya hair,(down ya hair)
I like the way you da that right there(right there),
Lick ya lips when ya talking that make me stare (make me stare)

[Verse 1]
I like the way ya look in them pants,
shit ya fine, lil momma a quater piece, she far from a dime,
The type of girl that'll get ya up and go make ya grind,
I'm thinking bout snatching her up dirty, making her mine,
Look at her hips,BUT,look at her legs,
aint she stacked?
I shole wouldn't mind hittin that from the back,
I like it when I touch her cause she moan a lil bit,
jeans saggin, so I can see her thong a lil bit,
I know you grown a lil bit,
20 years old you legal,
don't trip off my people just hop in the regal,
I swooped on her like a eagle,
swoop down as prey,
I know you popular, but you gone be famous today, I say..

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2]
She be shopping at Frontenac, just look at her front-and-back,
man she so stacked,
and she know that I want that,
her man he so wack, girl can I taste yo cat?
Gave her 300 to strip, like buying a throwback,
she stay in the club,like to be seen,
she got it honest, In real life girl remind me of Pocahontas,
she be at events, stop the press when she pass,
all the high rollin cats wanna pay for that Ass,
aint no half steppin, she strapped wit a nice weapon, trip,
It's against the law for her to move them hips,
If you ever seen her dirty,
yo mouth gone drop, world wide fools probaly tell you this off tops I....

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3]
I like the way she doing that,
plus I like it when she bring it back say,
Oh,Oh,Oh,Oh, do what you do,
whoo...I like the way she doing that,
Plus I like it when she bring it back say,
Oh,Oh,Oh,Oh, do what you do,
give me what you got for a pork chop,
Uhn, she threw it at me like I was a short stop,
Huh, Twirking in a fatty girl hultur top,
then she backed it up on me, then let it drop(drop),
make it hot BOING!, Like a bunny,
girl can I touch you where it's sunny,
Her appearance'll make you give her some money,
she should post for sports illustrated,
it's like a picture perfect sight when she past,
all the other girls hate it,but..

[Chorus x2]

I like that, I like that, I like that, I like that,
track stars, oh,oh,oh, do what you do

I like that(yeah), I like that(yeah), I like that(yeah) ,I like that(Chingy),
oh,oh,oh,oh do what you do
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# Posted on Tuesday, 18 November 2008 at 10:25 AM

Edited on Tuesday, 18 November 2008 at 10:42 AM