Chamillionaire - Dot.Com lyrics

All you rappers talkin down better pa** the baton If a verse is what you want then the kid like ummm I will bomb like saddamn if ya mess with my funds The 3rd time is a charm soon the venom will come I'm a glide like clyde as I sit on 5, with no miles gon off my ride, it's like it won't drive, it's do or die Everyday I'm on my mixtape grind You boys tired and they knowin that my mixtapes fly Don't ever drive, I'm fly such a lonely garage She ain't finished her divorce tryna get in ma draws I'm in a porsche of course I'm surrounded by stars Old chicks on my knob like I'm chico debarge Get a ma**age while your broad busy braiding my hair Oh yea I cut it but I swear ain't no fadin a playa Let's say a prayer for the god of the mixtapes yea January till december that's a mixtape year Oh lord they see me and they say great god So many cars, the laws don't even know what's our's I'm in charge of the cars painted with no flaws Give an applause to the brauds ya think that I can't WHAAAT Hold up, I woulda known I really wouldn't of waited To drop anotha album so houstons hater's can hate it I'm knowin I'm the greatest my trunk is illuminated My pieces is platinum plated my rims done graduated You fakers outdated I am new age cool Everything I already did is what you can't do You know it's true you really mad that I ain't you Ain't got the game or the dj you ain't got no clue Put it in screw so they can hear what they just missed In otherwords I'm just tryna say that I am the ish And the critics don't really matter so say I don't make your list, I'm not pissed cause I can never be dismissed