Chamillionare - waiting for my downfall lyrics

(*talking*)

Ha-ha, I know what y'all thinking mayn

Naw, it's not gon happen homie

Y'all already know what it is, Chamillitary mayn

Most hated and most anticipated, in the streets

Know I'm saying yours truely, (Southern Smoke)

[Hook]

Keep waiting keep waiting, if you waiting for my downfall

The album's coming, and revenge'll be the sound boy

Haters keep waiting, if you waiting for my downfall

The album's coming, and revenge'll be the sound boy

Keep waiting keep waiting, if you waiting for my downfall

The album's coming, and revenge'll be the sound boy

They pray and pray, for my downfall

You can pray and pray, for my down naw

[Chamillionaire]

If you can bet a big fold, you better bet a big fold

Cause I know my album better, than whoever thinks no

For them Screw Heads, said they like it better when slowed

Get blowed, if you the type that like it better when thoed

Yella thick hoes, with them yellow kit toes

Love the way my necklace looking, like the yellow brick road

So they tip-toe, to my hotel tell me no

Dorothy don't wanna click her feet, then Koopa tell her get home

Wanna stay with Chamill', cause it's real it's not a tail

No imaginary drug scale, or made up client-tail

Whack weak is sorry, then the question asked is who

Could it be it's not me, cause King Koopa is the truth

Ain't gotta be a Sherlock, trying to figure out a clue

Since it's not me, the evidence will probably point at you

Sound of Revenge get it right, I put that life back in your life

Probably drop it now or later, put that life back in it twice

Uh-uh, I'm so cocky it's irritating

But it wouldn't be irritating, to any nigga that isn't hating

This is not a imitation, plexers get a invitation

Chamillitary radio, if youy don't like it switch the station

But you won't cause you do, so just admit it while I bring it

I'm the best rapper, not a punchline that got meanings

Uh niggaz hating, I ain't even really tripping

In the South, when they open that mouth I zip em

But sometimes, I be in a tough position

Cause the track listen'er, might tell you that I'm still dissing

Even when I'm not dissing, but I'm like so what

They can feel the way they feel, as long as they just keep it shut

But what-what, I see the new Source and open it up

And I'm like what hol' up, I don't mean to interrupt

But let me stop myself, before the drama turn to havoc

I get back in the streets, and let these stunting faggots have it

Go back to what you doing, riding dick and tossing salad

While I'm crawling like a crab, and yelling balling is a habit baby

[Hook]