Chamillionaire - Relax (Feat. J Holiday) | Текст песни

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• Chamillionaire
• Relax (Feat. J Holiday)

Chamillionaire:
Chamillitary, mayne,
Relax, relax. (J. Holiday: From Texas to DC, baby.)

J. Holiday:
It's goin' down.
Chamillionaire, J. Holiday.
That's the reason I come home, baby.

Chamillionaire:
Relax, relax,
(J. Holiday: Let's go, whoo!)

How could you be lonely,
They don't really know me,
Comfortable as ever like my hustle got us cozy,
Bottles lookin' rosy,
Bags with the gold G,
Poppin' tags while we Photoshoppin' like Adobee,
Cool as Obama,
All the drama was the old me,
If these walls could talk,
They would say how they don't know me,
Always on the road,
No home could ever hold me,
Success is like a drug,
And I feel like I'm 'bout to OD,
Nah, you don't run around,
Actin' like you own me,
Wait til I get home,
Then you gonna put it on me,
Look at how we ballin',
Benchwamer to a Kobe
Look at how they call,
Like voicemail is what they owe me,
But they just some rookies and you know that you a OG,
After clockin' out you know exactly where I'm gon' be,
You know how the road be,
Groupies hoppin' on the sack,
But guess who's back to give you the business.

J. Holiday (Chorus):
When I'm in the streets, on ma' grind,
You got me, and we gon' shine,
Plus I know you gon' hold down home, and let me get mine,
One more reason to come home,
Off the streets,
Girl when I come home,
Off ma grind,
Relax, relax, relax.

Chamillionaire:
I got the V and the 12,
Got the Beamer as well,
Grindin' like it ain't illegal,
And I ain't seein' a jail,
On the chase for the paper,
I'm on the tip of the tail,
I'm the Clyde to your Bonnie,
And we ain't leavin' a shell,
My fat ex-girlfriend, was tryin' to see me get mailed,
The UPS in the downs, and you still seem to appear.
You ain't breakin' a sweat, put your feet in the air,
And while I ride presidential, I'll let you be my Michelle,
In this life full of struggles, I know it's easy to fail,
But when it's us against the world, me and you like "oh yeah",
It'll take a lot of hustle, it's easy to tell,
That I am always on the hustle, never seein' a chair,
You can see in my stare,
I ain't easy to scare,
Put a king with a queen, and they can see we a pair,
Soon as I get a full house, it'll be easy to share,
All of the royalties and riches, just for keepin' it player.

J. Holiday (Chorus):
When I'm in the streets, on ma' grind,
You got me, and we gon' shine,
Plus I know you gon' go down home, and let me get mine,
One more reason to come home,
Off the streets,
Girl when I come home,
Off ma grind,
Relax, relax, relax.

Chamillionaire:
We livin' the life, and this is payback,
For the days that you used to say that,
Maibach, wasn't something that your sights was aimed at,
Made that, money stacked up enough to pay that,
Made stacks, but you told me that I should saved that,
Ain't that somethin', we grind to get stacks,
As soon as we get stacks, it's harder ta (J. Holiday: relax, relax),
So let your seat back, and let's repeat track,
Relaxin' in the sun up, 'n we chill 'til we see the black c'mon,
In the streets 'n I'm hustlin' daily (J. Holiday: daily),
You don't need to be stressin' that, baby (J. Holiday: baby),
I get home 'n I know you'll be waitin', yeah (J. Holiday: yeah yeah),
You ain't mad at the money I'm chasin',
And you know that ma lifestyle's crazy,
But you always gon' be ma first lady, yeah (J. Holiday: Woo!).

J. Holiday (Chorus):
When I'm in the streets, on ma' grind,
You got me, and we gon' shine,
Plus I know you gon' go down home, and let me get mine,
One more reason to come