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Paul Wall Charmillionaire

[Paul Wall] They think I'm a drug deala, I'm dealin large Cause I'm playin with more diamonds, than a deck of cards My wrist light up the room like a

your last chance ta Let Chamillion romance ya [Chamillionaire singing:] Don't be afraid baby let me know Do you want to get sexual [Paul Wall] Catch

of jail for three week, filled cigars I was like save your money, but you said hell naw I explained myself now, must go stack mail girl what [Hook] [Paul Wall

start trippin, I'll slip the banana clip in Play Dirty Everything in life ain't fair so sometimes you gotta play dirty Do you feel me on that there? [Paul Wall

Or put your money against my uppercut punch, and let's win it Your right eye swollen shut, and your left get left squinted Koopa [Hook] [Paul Wall]

deep freeze off my neck this ice tray out my mouth, I'm thinkin about keepin my pockets fatter than mother loves big ass I'm thinking about, yea know what I'm talkin bout [Paul Wall

(feat. 50/50 Twin) Boys in the hood 'bout making that pay Stay underground (on the grind) every day all day They don't say much but they mean what they

they think we drug slangas we just entertainers dont point your fangers yea I'd rather be rich than be broke and famous because My Money Gets Jealous [Paul Wall

[Paul Wall] I'm not the type that likes to think about the times I was broke reminisce on how everybody thought my rhymes was a joke I played if fair