Lyric He s Herre - Chingy

Lyric Song He s Herre: Uh
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He s Here
He s Here Heishereis hereally Chorus Don t be scurred now Got it made now From the leg down Heishere Don t be scurred now Got it made now Just pray to God I don t get you Verse 1 Chingy Back slap that ass Clap that ass Dropping body bags Glocks and mags Four blocks you fast Talk your trash Drop you fast Never jock a cat I will blast Shot is stacked Rock your hair Watch my mirror Stocking caps so I watch my style Cock and grab Open up shop and draft Quarter bags all of that Water lasts shorter halves Have ya comin back cause I m fourth of stash Extort the hash Extort the wrath Cope the past Brought my mags Sort my cash on the docks Flock a hop Keep it in a proper spot Adopt a cop Rob a spot A lot of ice a cop or not Drop a pot Slide a lot Jackpot a lot Already got a lot of wine
but not in my ride
I ll stop Chorus 2X Wearedangerous He ll mangle us Who playing with us And saying this stuff And fuck with gangs and stuff I aim to bust You straight up tough No thanks to us We re famous
duh A game I love To train my sluts To give brains and cuss Learn pain and plus Get tricks to claim the bust Think they nuts Slurp them up Hook or work them up Wake them up
break them up Taking crust shake them up Make it stuck in your twat Hit the streets
bend the blocks Sin or not
hit the daily spot Gin or scotch
top notch On my roster Mobster eating pasta Chop her in the closer
crack her like a lobster Have my ho to rob you Then dodge you Any ho need work I got a job for you Go see the supplier Make like you a buyer Then buy slut
trick these fake playas Often what they say
you ll buy em up messiah Wait and bring it bacj to my empire Chingy keep these heffers on the strip and on fire Try her