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lirik lagu 2 chainz feat. lil wayne – blue c-note

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you did it for the broads, i did it for the paper
got a hundred styles, got a hundred acres
f-ck the police (f-ck ‘em), hundred middle fingers (f-ck ‘em)
and you a square n-gg- (f-ck ‘em), you a chess table (f-ck ‘em)
you be savin’ hoes (f-ck ‘em), you be rest haven (f-ck ‘em)
got a lotta rides like a bus station
see my phone ringin’, see my diamonds danglin’
see the b-tches blinkin’, blue c-notes,
all of ‘em singin, blue c-notes
all of ‘em franklins, blue c-notes
spend without thinkin’, a tool without safety
i have ya broads taken, i have they heart achin’
push start crankin’, new grill face it
new mill tastin’, straight without a chaser
draws come from macy’s, broads is confirmation
same in different places, i run all the bases

you did it for the broads, i did it for the paper
i got a hundred styles, got a hundred flavors,
f-ck the police, hundred middle fingers,
and you a square n-gg-, blue c-notes
all of ‘em singin’, blue c-notes
all of ‘em franklins, blue c-notes
spend without thinkin’, ice on both pinkies
mobile phone ringin’, blue c-notes

i did it for my dogs, i did for the skaters
i did it for the paper, my n-gg-s still on papers
i got a hundred tats, i got a hundred million
i keep on switchin’ wifeys, you gotta uncle phil me
dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta
i don’t see what’s your problem, i need an eye doctor
flying to them dollars, ducking fly swatters
shoot ‘em in the head, leave his mind boggled
comin’ down the boulevard i’m on your avenue
a half a mill on my grill, you n-gg-s snaggle tooth
told some dead presidents i’m finna bury you
when it come to presidents i like ‘em black and blue

you did it for the broads, i did it for the paper
i got a hundred styles, got a hundred flavors,
f-ck the police, hundred middle fingers,
and you a square n-gg-, blue c-notes
all of ‘em singin’, blue c-notes
all of ‘em franklins, blue c-notes
spend without thinkin’, ice on both pinkies
mobile phone ringin’, blue c-notes

got a hundred styles, got a hundred acres
got a hundred tats, got a hundred skaters
did it for the broads, i did it for the paper
i’m bout to buy a hog, i’m bringing home the bacon