Lyrics:
and see
Livin' a legend, in the kitchen cheffin'
I'm a player, you just reffin'
Still public housin', fuck the album
You cuffin' bitches, I'm puffin' sour
All I give is good dick nothing else really
That’s on my name
Crazy Rich Asians
Tagalog & Chainz
Yeah
Opps get the smoke
5.0 swim good I’m Fresh Off
the kitchen light on
But he walked in there this morning and purposely flipped it, I saw him
Hickory switch to my bottom, I counted sixty-nine times
He
money in a duffle bag
Fuck 'em all, wet 'em and we gotta double back
The homie whippin' chickens in his momma kitchen
On the mission, said he get it
What you need [MES]
What you need [MES and band]
An oven mitt
What you need for your verbose kitchen
What you need [MES and band]
Present
(Summertime Butch)
Yo, the kitchen table where the takeover started
That's on two shaky legs
Some newspapers gon' help you stable the bottom (uh-huh)
This
Waldo Jeffers had reached his limit. It was now Mid-August which meant he had
been separated from Marsha for more than two months. Two months,
And my money long when I shop I need them [?]
Shawty playing good, man I think I found the toe
Toll up in that [?] hop up by the [?]
Yeah my name is 2
chucks, blue strings, call me Dom Hussein
Choppa hit em with that blue flame
Make em run like Usain
In the trap no 2 Chainz
Whip black no Bruce Wayne
Whip
the afternoon
A morning is yet to come
A girl came to help out in the kitchen
And by the evening
We found we were all washed up
We ate on the lawn
With
hog tied
Gucci Mane shotter, I'ma start a bonfire
Strapped with the FN, I don't need a fall guy
Standin' in the kitchen flippin' chickens just like
it, I do it, bitch I do it I do it
I said I do it, I do it, bitch I do it I do it
2 Chainz!
Told them off the rip I was ambitious
Got 2 or 3 cars full
Waldo Jeffers had reached his limit.
It was now Mid-August which meant he had
Been separated from Marsha for more than two months.
Two months,
as well drift
In the kitchen pour another glass or two and try to forget you (ya know, ya know)
Late at night like a little child
Wandering around
chances
Just to drink lean in them benzes
2 Chainz!
I want my trapback
I said that I want my trapback
I'm from the apartments, used to walk around
tryin to make a meal|Well we did|And years later we got it still|Gave you my bio|Under construction 1 and 2|Hundred percent genuine|That was from me
night
There are two missing names
Fuck Sir, and forget our names
We'are watching B movies
We'are watching B movies
Just let go days by days
There's no
was tryin to make a meal
Well we did
And years later we got it still
Gave you my bio
Under construction 1 and 2
Hundred percent genuine
That was from me
the hedges
I took two mill' out the cage down in the desert
Matthew Maddocks called in the pit boss, double checkin'
"The number's all good, just pay me,
On my Kentucky fried, my Popeyes
My Kennedy's, my Prince's
Anybody dat know me said I'm all about my bidness
I'm feeling like I'm 2 Chainz
When I'm ridin'
Don't sell me apartment, I'll move in the lobby (yah)
Niggas is loiterin' just to feel important
You gon' see lawyers and niggas in Jordans (2 Chainz
on a resurrection, saved by my disposition
Our grandfather crying in the kitchen, couldn't bear the sight of me and Marie
She looks more like our mother
She's
and overbites
But I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite
I remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine
Ricky had a deuce-deuce, two shotty pumps with a baby nine
Busta had
lights like you got hit by Iron Mike with the right
I'm just on the mic, exorcising my rights (Uh)
Wild life, bite your windpipe
I'm not the type you
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