Lyrics:
I'll rip your world into two
Stressed out, depending on booze
I can't be touched, I came with goons
I can't be mugged, I air balloons
But I can be
Mariana Trench
And thinkin', holdin' my breath, until I feel 3-2 like Wretch
Until my last bastard breath
I'ma cut man down on a barberous flex
Who
posers will die by our hands
We=B9ll rip off there ear and burn out their eyes
All of the blood....
Slaughter thy poser I=B9m cracking his face
=2E...on my
Well i guess its just a 412 thing
SSG gang bout to stomp on you thang
I just want her titty boy call me 2 chainz
What are these lines that I'm saying
hair its not days that go by
While I'm witch you that I won't even care
[Chorus: x2]
You been with young dudes old guys
Hindus papas Colombians
a trance
It's somethin' funny made by me and it's called the Biz Dance
I think the way I do it is so unique
By the way I move my hands, hip,s legs
with a tooth ache
Need Big Bank, mothfucka I need 2 Chainz
I've been great, fuck you thought it was- a mixtape
No Jean Grey but I think she want her ex
I'm a army all by myself
A soldier if nothing else
A outlaw and I want it all (and I want it all)
Them O.G.s that brought us up
Them young boys
make you mine
It's getting late save a thing for J
Let me love you my ghetto love way, yeah
Baby, two weeks ago I met you at that party
You was
Should there at any time become
A clear and present danger
Initiated by the radical elements
Threatening the operation of
The government
the gram by gram
Your boy get bread, that’s without a doubt
One by one, I knocks them out
I get that paper nigga, I get that paper
Benz on chrome shoes
Crib
big girl. I like two girls.
Я цитирую Lil B, как молитвы перед сном.
Eazy-E — R.I.P. он всегда со мной.
Я всегда на своем месте.
Fuck bitches, ей не
a check
Balmain my britches while I throw up my set
Dab on a nigga, tell him, "No disrespect"
And a nigga still havin' by the chains on my neck
Flippa
2am
2am
2am
2am
Ratata when I trap with the men
Ratata when I trap with the men
(Chainz )
Slap it slap it slap it (huh )
Hit it hit it hit it
city
Loyalty the key my niggas don't change up we all stay wit it
Sway and Milly droppin the heat man we be splurgin on you niggas
Feelin like 2 chainz
no thing for us to blast
(And twist your cap and leave a hole in your ass).
Verse 2:
I'm scopin' niggas out.
Show me the trigger and watch me
and not your girl's age
It gets worse by the annual my career's like a how to manual
So I guess it's understandable man
Oh you gotta love it, you gotta
Riggity-rip the flow and ya know we gets busy (kid)
when we come through, miggity 1-2 mic check
So Boogie Bang diggity-drop your slang, they can't stretch
teeth fixed
I'm the teflon don boy I get busy
You're legs to strong doing sex with pretty ricky
760 drive by light tint
With two hoes in the whip looking
Jack your shit, take your car for a test drive (Ah shit)
Gangbanin' out the window hollering let's ride
Gotta keep a tec by the bedside
These niggas
teeth fixed
I'm the teflon don boy I get busy
You're legs to strong doing sex with pretty ricky
760 drive by light tint
With two hoes in the whip looking
make you mine
It's getting late save a thing for J
Let me love you my ghetto love way, yeah
Baby, 2 weeks ago I might you at that party
You was
up the drink
Motherfucker with the flame
Call me Lui Kang
Two chainz the way the
Ceiling missing
Went a summer without cutting
The grass I was
Thirty two shots to split ya!
It's all about the cash when I'm fuckin' wit' ya!
John could make ya richer!
Fuck the Prince of Bel-Air!
I'm
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