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(feat. Mr. Mims) [Choclair talking] Unnh! Ha ha, it's gotta be one of 'em Baby Blue joints Turn it up a notch and let me see them speakers rock Choclair featuring Mr. Mims Aiyyo, Mims, who's this joint going out to? [Chorus: Choclair] This is for my street misses The ones who like to creep misses In the back seat of my Jeep misses This is for the haters, yo! The ones who floss with no doe We love 'em all You know that we love 'em all Now people say you want to go and bring it to the streets but they realize its too far So I want to bring it where they are Where they are, is usually at home doing dishes with they mom Go back playing ball with Paul I don't hate, when its love and I'm only gon roll with real thugs And show love to niggas who came from nothing and rose above And broke they balls to be a star Now they shine bright, now this hood got a brighter light Letras de cancionesSee how its funny for me, how people wanna go and bad-talk me But in a few years they be putting chips in your skinny, get your I.D. Yet you suckas wanna hate on me, get your priorities right I don't fight, sit back with a Conyac spark at the heavel bright And give you more of the Suave Dawg thing you been looking for Then screw my foot under the Impalla floor Feel great dogg, shots give the funk that stank That pumps the radio, that pumps the G's in my bank Take your whole boat off the plank Rookie niggas try to step up with shots, he pulls rank Chop your Accord, take your award Your uniform's plain, your stripe's been torn Reppin for the T-O-R-O-N-T-O T dot O dot [Chorus: Choclair] This is for my street misses The ones who like to creep misses In the back seat of my Jeep misses This is for the haters, yo! The ones who floss with no doe We love 'em all You know that we love 'em all [Mr. Mims] Yo, yo, yo, yo, I'm just tryin to live Only take what you tryin to give I don't wait, just take you for a ride in the 6 I don't wait, you ain't the only one I'm tryin to hit Plenty other chicks signin the whip I don't take long, I just scoop 'em up Especially when the roof is up You can hop in the Coup or Truck, it's all the same Just don't play no games, like "Sean, I really don't think this much" I'm not a family man, I'm in your dreams like Candy Man Plus I only touch girls in Candy Land When I'm in Panty Land, sweet enough to eat it up like Candy Yams So call me Handy Man, I never, take chickens to the Sandy land Never hawk chicks that could land a man I take a girl out on a family plan That's why these girls can stand me man! [Chorus x2: Choclair] This is for my street misses The ones who like to creep misses In the back seat of my Jeep misses This is for the haters, yo! The ones who floss with no doe We love 'em all You know that we love 'em all [Mr. Mims] This is for my ballers, my hustlers, my, my, my, brothers Who like, like my sisters who love it but need the covers For my thugs, my soldiers tryin to get them Rovers Who won't stop for nothing you want it sweeter [Choclair] The type of man I am I just don't groove Whether you come through with a crew makin noise so they boost ya Cause niggas just cruise for lose cause they think what they drop is a shot like a shoota But I ain't what ya used ta, I'm a familiar lookin brusta T dot, watch out the heat we bring, Suave Dawg betta spread ya wings and fly [Hook x2: Choclair] This is for my street misses The ones who like to creep misses In the back seat of my Jeep misses This is for the haters, yo! The ones who floss with no doe We love 'em all You know that we love 'em al From Letras Mania