Chitty Bang (feat. Ty Dolla $Ign & Juicy J)

E-40

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    Ya baby momma love me, ya baby daddy hate me
    Ya bitch wanna fuck me, I said ya bitch wanna fuck
    And we gon' get it like
    Chitty, chitty, bang, bang, whoa-oh!

    I made a detour out of the game when I was hustlin' crack
    Made a couple of dollars, made a little bit of change
    Never looked back
    You could find me at the shooter range
    Practicing bussin' gats
    Or in the vocal booth, in this new studio, bussin' raps
    With some gold on my body, out my body, off Carlos Rossi
    I'm sloppy, I treat my luxury scraper like a Bugatti
    La di da di, she like to party off molly, Bacardi
    Love to get naughty, a hottie, up in the lobby
    She stopped me
    She said "40 Water, where you 'bout to be?"
    I said "Follow me, follow me, follow me, bitch, room 223"
    You got to pay me or pay me no attention, that's how it be
    When you born and raised in the V
    Northern Cali, Silicon Valley

    Ya baby momma love me, ya baby daddy hate me
    Ya bitch wanna fuck me, I said ya bitch wanna fuck
    And we gon' get it like
    Chitty, chitty, bang, bang, whoa-oh!

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    Paid nigga, yeah, I make it happen, turnin' up, ratchet
    Thick chick under my arm make your chick look average
    Thick bitch, yeah, a big ol' ass, poke it like a cactus
    And she got a face that belongs up in a beauty pageant
    It's ya boy, Juicy J, trippy, I got realer pimps
    Balling hard everyday, ratchet bitches can't resist
    I stay laughing to the bank but my dough ain't funny
    I run out of rap before I run out of money
    When I pop a pill, that's foreplay
    Now I'm all in her face like Olay
    I'm like okay, I kill the pussy like OJ
    When I'm finished with ya woman
    She gon' think we soulmates

    Ya baby momma love me, ya baby daddy hate me
    Ya bitch wanna fuck me, I said ya bitch wanna fuck
    And we gon' get it like
    Chitty, chitty, bang, bang, whoa-oh!

    You wanna be around the winners? (A winner)
    Say you only had a few niggas? (A few of 'em)
    Girl, I'm just being honest (honest)
    I know what you want and he's not it (not it)
    I'm off the shits and I'm wit' it (wit' it, mane)
    They can't stop us, we gon' get it (get it, mane)
    I'm just being honest (honest)
    I know what she want and he's not it
    That's why

    Ya baby momma love me, ya baby daddy hate me
    Ya bitch wanna fuck me, I said ya bitch wanna fuck
    And we gon' get it like
    Chitty, chitty, bang, bang, whoa-oh!

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