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lirik lagu 2 chainz - all 2 chainz 110 only songs: oprah & gayle 5:14

[intro: 2 chainz]
collegrove

[verse 1: 2 chainz]
checkerboard luggage
ramen in the cupboard
i left art basel with a sculpture
you listening to the lyrical nunchuck chuckle at dumb f~cks
vocals warmed up
beyond ford tough
i kept my lawn cut
it’s felon conduct
i got my arm out the window of an armed truck
it’s teamster union when you hear the trucks roll up
on cleveland avenue, made plays at the kroger
came up on cold cuts
heart got a hole in it
bank got a roll in it
the cessna citation came with a pole in it
the cullinan so big, it need a stove in it
now, that’s deep, i just dove in it
the closet came with garage doors
the goyard is on all fours, i do this sh~t for encores
i did this sh~t in tom ford
they said i’m wrong for it
i’m so fly, i looked at her and said, “get on board”
it’s the man, it’s the myth
in the midst of the mix
with the m’s on my mind
in maui taking pics
motivated by more, that mean i want more of this
i want more jewelry, more cars, i want more cribs
what cha expect from a kid
that grew up with his stomach touching his rib?
echos coming from out the fridge
my papa was a rolling stone, i thought cha knew that?
don’t smoke no cig’, but i’ll shoot that
true facts
[interlude 1: lil wayne]
nah’mean?
my lighter st. laurent
yeah, that st. laurent fire
you gotta hold cha hand midair when you do a verse like this
yeah
uh

[verse 2: lil wayne]
hopping out a slide out
running through a walkthrough
coupe on big wheels like a pony wearing horse shoes
tall money, short fuse
long money, long ooh
champagne papi part two, she my corkscrew
tattoos over war wounds
wrist look like it’s on zoom
neck look like anime or cartoons
art to ’em
i got the spikes on the gucci, look like bart to ’em
gimmie the nikes, lemme add some comme des garçons to ’em
stunt man
verses in my lunch bag
rappers on my launch pad
chopper make ’em do the kris kross or make ’em jump dance
lump sum, hump bands
what’s a young man without a check? just a jumpman
f~ck that, jordan meme
i’ma sip some lean, get a ting and go quarantine
i’ma get some bling, let it bling like some oil sheen
i’ma put some f~cking princess cuts on a queen
and i keep all of the chin check stubs i redeem
this our team, my regime, i’m a higher being
purple smoke, fire green, sweet ‘n’ sour cream
peaking higher, now we towering, peak position
give my people power, now we power fiends, it’s addiction
feeling like a boxer stepping out the ring, you swing, you missing
critically thinking ’bout the critics up in critical condition
i’m in pitiful condition, scratch that, but, who was itching?
teamsters, the union did it, tune and tity, young money, t.r.u. religion
[interlude 2: lil wayne & benny the butcher]
it’s some teamsters sh~t
this a saint laurent lighter, whoo
i got “stoner~virus”, baby
hoe right there, she got “patron~a~virus”, hmm~mmm
and hoe over there, she ain’t let me f~ck
so now she got “lonely~virus”, alright
ayy, stop leasing, n~ggas
we gotta get that “homeowner~virus” like me
yo, they was laughing

[verse 3: benny the butcher]
but we was smart drug~trafficking, we was sharks (uh~huh)
i had a chase the paper down ’til we trapped the money in vaults
kinda crazy, my last bid was the shortest and she ain’t wait for me
spent half my twenties in prison and aged gracefully
for paper, you know we grind, place a wager and you’ll be fine (uh~huh)
i put my fork down, now every major want me da sign
left the hood for hollywood, it wasn’t worth being famous (it wasn’t worth it)
where every chick got a beamer and a personal trainer (haha)
i’m into business moves, she into paris fashion (uh~huh)
it cost me at least twenty grand a year on her hair and lashes
love i’d inherited, music was both of my parents’ passion
my name come up when you talking dope and comparing classics (uh~huh, uh~huh)
stare at me good, ’cause this how pressure look
they want my spot, but tryna skip every step i took, i wish ’em the best of luck
i asked a question and he gave me an answer
that still left a n~gga confused like brady in tampa
back home, i’m one of the narcos, semi~autos
dodge feds like new york city potholes
yeah, the ogs think that it’s funny, money made me more hungry
’cause majority wait ’til they chubby and then get comfy, nah
get that first taste, then you learn a appreciate
all the risks you gotta take da turn a ford to a wraith (uh~huh)
i’m checking in on my hood, like, “i hope all is well”
i’m still close to my scale, we like oprah and gayle
[outro: guy]
you get a rollie
you get a rollie
you get a rollie
you get a rollie
everybody gets a rollie
you get a rollie
you get a rollie
you get a rollie too
everybody gets a rollie

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