Ching Lyrics
I hustle
then I got that ching ching ching
then I bought my bling bling bling
that's how I got your f**king bitch on my dick
I hustle
then I got that ching ching ching
then I bought that bling bling bling
that's how I got your f**king bitch on my dick
BITCH!!!
Catch me wing shot nigga doin' my thing
'cause when I write with my pen
got me next to Don King
I'm in room 820 in a H2
with a project chic named Rachel
I got racks on my neck
with a big ass piece
they come thru when my lex
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call that audition
with no roof on the top
that's my sunday car
in our home I'm looking hot
that's my monday car
I got a stable of hoes
I'm a P-I-M-P
saw your bitches on the (..?)
we got beans on our gat
we retail our weapons
in the way that I rap
we email our chesters
niggas hear what I spit
and wonder how I write
G-Unit gone will
we all on automatic pilot
