Lyrics:
bitches blow kisses by my earlobe
A weirdo but I'm rare though, uh
One, two, unbuckle my, um (yeah)
One, two, unbuckle my, um (yeah)
One, two
sent up to heaven
Everything happens for a reason so I'm good with my blessins
I can't trust a bitch if she two faced
I tell no lies like im 2 Chainz
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah (woo)
(Woo)
I'm a boss, I'm minding my business
Open up the box, got bales in the kitchen
Owe me a bag and I'm coming
Lammy I'm
The MP in my ends
Two chainz on my neck, see I disciple change
From no food in the kitchen
Just had a microwave from not a pot to piss
In
How you the king rockstar with a loose string?
Or loose change, old Donnie Brasco when the blues came
I went 2 Chainz when the group changed
Duffle
Back when I was rockin' least (2 Chainz)
I was trappin' off at least like three phones (hoo)
Me and Yams made the plan
Then I paid myself and I gave
on Dusse
Bitch tryna drown me I'm swimming
And I'm not 2 Chainz, but I'm riding 'round and I'm getting it
I just got a new Mulsanne, and I'm 'bout to park
Metal
Ooh
This that cheflife 2
Ya dig
Uh huhhh
More wins than my losses
Stayed down countin' blessings
Quitting' now is not an option
Long road
Let
Polaroid thugs
All of you rappers are corny as fuck oouu
Balmain camoflauge ay
Codeine, adderall yah
Blow by the boat load. - huh
Cocaine caviar - yeahhh
feel like...
I just moved in, ay, ay, got a new view in my Duplex
Ay, I look real cool in my J Crew suit vest
Ay, ain't got Two Chainz but remain too
I'm walkin' out the door
(Aye aye, skrrt skrrt)
Aye I'ma need me a new thing, he ain't believe his boo thing
Show me the 'Titty Boi', 2 Chainz
Now
the 'Titty Boi', 2 Chainz (whoo)
Now the beef cookin' like Gordon Ramsay (Ramsay)
We should be somewhere that's hot and sandy (sandy)
Used to post up in New
up
Now we all in
I was workin' at the shop
Kickflippin' down the block
Handcuffed by the cops
Now we all in
Two brothers and my pops
Mom kickin' it
Kitchen counter hazy sunlit
Pretty sure there's milk in the fridge
Drink it in wine glasses while you burn your toast
You feel like poetry, you
Now I let my soul fly
Soul fly so fly so fly
Hot damn look it she's
She's so fly
I was in the kitchen flippin chicken for a livin
You was posing for
leave with 2 chains
Gottem' dreading, NO LIE, like '2 Chainz'
Now they watching on the TL, my A game
No matter how I'm speaking
Really have a meaning
They say I'm two-faceded, I fucked her then said, "I ain't do it" (ooh)
I'm in the kitchen whippin' up oil, bae said, "It ain't movin'" (skrrt)
So I
they be robbin'
As long as Big Boi's still livin', never standin' by my lonesome
Step up n****, if you want some
[Chorus: x2]
Ain't no thang but
twist it to 2 Chainz
Rims, vroom, vroom! give it a full spin
Look at her poom poom, hit it and n switch lanes
Yep, what kinda drugs I induced in
For me
with that
Too true like 2 Chainz
Blue Blood like he both gangs
Where, where
Where we were, kinda thing, betcha crawl, all alone
Where we were,
the kitchen
To fill a bowl with some raisin bran
As I ran up and down the TV stations
I witnessed Indian joe
Getting tricked out of this nation
By a silly
the kitchen all night
Black car, but the cocaine seats all white
I had 'em for the 2-3, nigga, just like new J's (Pure white cocaine)
I could stretch that 62
the plug (Plug)
Got hoes in the kitchen dirty dancin'
Gotta thank the plug
Made a hundred mill' deal M, in the bando
Gotta thank the plug two cup full
Hello?
What the deal?
Bet
I got two phones, one for the plug and one for the load
I got two phones, one for the bitches and one for the dough
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