Lyrics:
in love wit' a stripper, Quotin' the nigga T-Pain
Said I love dem' strippers, word to my nigga 2 Chainz
Got a leather Ferrari, Eddie Murphy pants
Ya
went viral (pussy)
I took a number two with my rifle (pussy)
Every car I'm in, I got the title (on God)
Slaughter Gang, I turn a model to a hiker (big
doin numbers onna dash
Fake shit all around, I peep the snakes inna grass
Ain't a soul on this earth that i know i can trust
It's just me and my toolie
dope is amazin'
The bitch that's with you already know that I'm blazin'
That's by the number, we can slumber, on the under
Girl no wonder, you got
hangin' with a white bitch doin' the shit she do
Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or 2
And the ends she got didn't mean nothin'
Now she's suing
lead the blind)
Boy, I'm like a safety (sitting way beyond the line)
2 Chainz
Life is crucial like the club on Bankhead
Riding with the toaster
for the centerfolds
Big bodies I got 10 of those
Whippin' work it smelling like they dinner rolls
2 Chainz, that's your best answer
Cup filled with
always be mine
Picked you up when you was nine, started out my life of crime
Wit you, bought you some shells when you turned twenty-two
It's true,
nothing,
But some of them mean everything
Aw numbers
I'm doin' seventy-two in a sixty-five,
On I-24 in a four-wheel drive
Got a ten o'clock
to call me (you know)
My number is (3 2 1) 1 7 88
Yo, yo, why I'm fucking wit you
I don't know why the fuck I'm fucking with you
Premeditated plan of attack, with two of your most deadliest mens in the back
Comb the block, stop in the zone that's hot
Get out like you own the spot, home
I'll put my head inside an oven
If I need some air
But you can save me that frustration
By just comin' over here
Cause you're more than just
gotta read it first
Im blowing up like hussein was with me
I was in the trap before 2 Chainz and Nicki
You aint talking uptown if you don't mention nellz
by Tony (great)
Like a junkie in the trap, where the smoke at? I want it (go)
Numbers that's fake or some from Drake only thing they got on me
All
door and chase his ass (the fuck you doin'?)
Put two up in his back
And then I walk 'em down and face his ass (grrt, grrt, grrt)
Said he want some
safe, then find out your nigga gone (damn)
Son two years old (uh), still clutchin' on this pole
They hit my spot out in Antioch, I'm tucked
You say ah one for the trouble two for the time
Ah come on y'all let's rock that
Duck! Or wind up DOWN!!
Fiyah! Huh
Pal Joey in the house D
(Outlawz) 2Pac, Makaveli!
Still breathin', yeah
A picture of perfection, the object of a nigga affection
Partners in passionate sex, a place to put my
truth
Too many lyrics 'bout houses and loot
Too many Walt Disney characters, mouses and goofs
I mean you know I love a challenge, but challenged by
Doin' my best just to not blow my cover
Know it's all just a test, but I can't pass up this hunger
There's still a hole in my chest and I'm tryna
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
I opened for blue face
But I aint made shit I aint even got two chainz
Its the genesis of Reem still spitting in garages
Doin random menages then im
que eu sou gang
2x
De bc pra bnu em um role de gang
Blenfas pluga crumble, codein pra nao carburar pren
Love nine, nine love number never cocaine
numbers
Early in the mornin in the kitchen like my momma
Niggaz on these corners, with them thangs on 'em
Twelve ride by, boy it's hotter than Daytona
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