Lyrics:
that poo-tang
I might let my crew bang, my crew deeper than Wu-Tang
I'm rolling with, fuck I'm saying? Girl, you know my crew name
You know 2 Chainz
told you not to call me here!
This better be some good shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got a big one, it's going down tonight
But it's gonna cost you two
crazy
But I haven't been lazy
Put in work like jay z
Army not navy
Feed me like I'm zeke
Flows are never weak
Turn the other cheek
Before I go bruce lee
of money, what up Young Money
Who the baddest bitch in the club
I'm going hunting i'm from College Park
It's the home of the Minaj
If you are find and like
they get some men, then turn into a bitch (alright)
It's like the bathroom out of order, we ain't takin' your shit
All I gotta say is 2 Chainz, was
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
mah M's call me Big Mac
Wrist game 2 chainz, and the slick back
Black with the Benz with the Forgi's can you handle that
Patek do the talkin' I ain't
Bouta go and cop a flight catch some better weather too
It get better by the two
Don't forget about her too
Copped the shit right by the water it get
the massacre like 5 dimes
That's just my 2 cents i'm wearing 2 Chainz & Fila sweats
But you best protect your neck
Cause mines Only Built For Cuban Linx
I'm
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
it on in to the beauty of the mystery
One big mob is home
One big mob is home a broken home
I'd like to share some air with you some air with you
One for the treble, two for the bass
Come on everybody, lets rock this place
Doggy Dogg, you are the best
Rock this beat 'cause you are so fresh
Doggy
told your brother
Go and read
Hope you know when i was broke
But now boys are looking dope
Your babe don dey call me bae
And we just met two days ago
about now
You're about to be possessed
By the sounds of emcee Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two
west Wayne
I make Soundcloud rap a little less lame
I could be rich as shit wit all the times I get played
Then again I'll be big by the next tape
(Why?)
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do you think you are, Mr. Big Stuff?
Rock this motherfucker like "Three The Hard Way"
I'm
has got me feeling on the fence
And all this shit is so intense
Don't wanna go to this event
Just wanna stay home and invent
And somehow, yeah, that
Aye aye aye
Aye aye aye yahh
Aye hm aye aye
This shit finna go stupid
I swear to God (Aye aye)
I put that on gangnem (Big2Times)
I put that
We gifted, innovative
Fuck you too, I take your loot
Fuck answers, don't need to ask
I just shoot
Need those big banks, armored tank
Money money
ass with success, they won't like that (Yah)
Kill they ass with success, they won't like that
Kill they ass with success (2 Chainz)
God bless
so how'd you get into the crew
The same thing that we did to dude, we'll do to you
And get two chainz to yell, it's true All this pain that I feel
weed got me gone (What)
Burp (What)
It be on (What)
Just light a bong (Yeah)
Two bad bitches I brought 'em home (Yeah)
Two fast bitches they want
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
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