Текст песни Nothing Else to Say / Creepin' Slow - Chamillionaire
Ft.
ludacris
()
In
the
streets
i′m
peepin
game
I
can't
trust
you,
no
no
All
up
in
my
business
mayne
I
stay
on
the
low
low
Say
they
really
really
fake
Can′t
mess
wit
you
no
mo'
Closest
people
to
you
hate
So
i
be
rollin
solo
I'm
creepin
on
the
low
low
Creepin
on
the
low
low
Creepin
on
the
low
low
I
be
rollin,
i
be
rollin
solo
I′m
creepin
on
the
low
Creepin
on
the
low
low
Creepin
on
the
low
low
I
be
rollin,
i
be
rollin
solo
I′m
creepin
on
the
low
1:
(chamillionaire)
Mo'
money
yeah
mo′
problems
What
biggy
said
it
look
like
it
true
Used
to
be
my
homeboy
But
now
i'm
paid
so
they
tryna
sue
My
garage
got
jaguars
My
garage
look
like
a
zoo
Middle
finger
up
for
the
haters
Hope
the
hater
here
isn′t
you
Super
cool,
that's
real
cool
You
can
feel
like
you
gotta
friend
But
i
aint
trusing
my
money
counter
And
that′s
the
reason
i
count
again
You
saw
the
forbes
(yeah)
I'm
suspicious
Thinking
everybody
wanna
take
my
riches
Can't
take
my
money
out
my
account
Cause
my
bank
teller
get
motion
sickness
Back
and
forth,
b-back
and
forth
From
in
the
streets
or
right
back
in
court
Candy
car
built
like
a
tank
And
my
crib
built
like
a
fort
Lets
go
to
war
I
aint
george
bush
I
promise
ya′ll
i′m
gone
be
prepared
Cause
i
aint
trusting
my
weapon
either
And
that's
the
reason
i
keep
a
spare
()
2:
(chamillionaire)
I
aint
hangin
with
none
of
ya′ll
Outkast
like
3 thou'
Win
the
grammy
thank
God
and
family
And
all
of
ya′ll
i'm
gone
leave
out
If
you
don′t
like
it
then
peace
out
Look
around
and
i
see
doubt
I've
been
known
to
get
to
the
presidents
Like
barack
was
on
speed
dial
Yeah
it's
all
about
me
now
Don′t
want
ya
and
don′t
need
ya
You
don't
grind
and
get
to
the
money
And
you
aint
hungry
i
wont
feed
ya
I
aint
hangin
with
no
hater
No
faker
No
diva
I
made
it
big
and
they
say
they
did
And
tryna
take
my
credit
like
stole
visa
If
it′s
lonely
at
the
top
(top)
I'd
rather
be
alone
Cause
the
closest
people
to
ya
The
ones
who
gonna
do
ya
wrong
Backstabbing
me
for
a
broad
I
promise
that
i
will
lose
no
sleep
Cause
jenny
craig
can
be
your
freak
But
my
bank
account
gone
stay
obese
()
3:
(ludacris)
I
be,
creeping
lower
than
low
Light
another
blunt
i′m
smoking
the
dro
Choking,
loking,
never
provoke
him
And
the
trunk
will
get
popped
and
i'll
open
the
do′
Lungs
full
of
smoke
Got
me
slower
than
slow
Feel
like
i'm
trapped
and
there's
nowhere
to
go
So
i,
just
pull
out
the
bazooka
(blah)
Put
a
xxxxxx
hole
in
the
flo
(Luda!)
I′m
so
dope
with
the
flow
Trunk
full
of
speakers,
pocket
full
of
bud
How
much
would
a
wood
chuck
chuck
If
a
wood
chuck
could
chuck
wood
grain
Gripping
on
the
wheel
Turn
it
turn
it
Blow
another
stack
I
earned
it
earned
it
Blow
another
amp
Pull
another
tram
Light
another
blunt
Burn
it
burn
it
Flame
it
up
Hear
my
flow,
i
changed
it
up
Everybody
grab
your
gats
And
hold
em,
load,
sock
em,
lock
em,
xxxx
em
And
aim
it
up
Bang
it
up
Off
in
the
sky
Catch
me
rollin
off
in
the
ride
26
inches
Leave
em
defenseless
45
always
tucked
in
the
side
Open
your
eyes
See
me
cruisin
Cause
i
keep
winning
and
these
boys
keep
losing
Plus
i′m,
the
pimp
of
the
year
Playas
is
hatin
and
ho's
is
choosing
Look
at
all
the
ho′s
you
losing
Then
look
at
all
the
game
i
got
And
you
can
catch
me
creepin
on
the
low
low
Luda
ridin
solo,
beatin
the
block!
()
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