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Door Swangin – 2 Chainz

[Intro]
I wouldn’t even…
I wouldn’t even be here without that mothafuckin’ door
We doing numbers, holmes
5540, we doing numbers, holmes
You can look that shit up, you can research that shit

[Chorus]
Another day we gotta get it, ‘notha day we gotta get it
I say ‘notha day we gotta get it, ‘notha day we gotta get it
Can’t forget how I fucking had the door swinging
Can’t forget how I fucking had the door swinging

[Verse 1]
No doorbell, we had the cameras included
No hibachi, all we had is some tuna fish
Moved up a level, then I stepped up my grind
Got to the top, ain’t nobody around
When I look down, all I see is some sucka shit
And I’ma run shit, I put that on my bucket list
Adidas streetball, all the foreigns with the straps
Before the dreadlocks, I had the cornrows to the back
Used to sit on a broke down Camaro with packs
Told her, “Turn around,” even though she had his name tatted
That’s the way that it was, had a way with the girls
Had a felony before you knew what a felony was
You was taking the shots, you was feeling the buzz
Got so much in the stash spot, I could fill up a bus
Got gorillas with us, got chinchillas with us
No pretenders with us, got the winners with us, yeah

[Chorus]
Another day we gotta get it, ‘notha day we gotta get it
I say ‘notha day we gotta get it, ‘notha day we gotta get it
Can’t forget how I fucking had the door swinging
Can’t forget how I fucking had the door swinging
Another day we gotta get it, ‘notha day we gotta get it
I say ‘notha day we gotta get it, ‘notha day we gotta get it
Can’t forget how I fucking had the door swinging
Can’t forget how I fucking had the door swinging

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[Verse 2]
Somebody watching the front door
Yeah I went to college and sold dope
Sold narcotics, a boat load
And all us felons and can’t vote
Yeah I’m from the cut, I’m cutthroat
All up in the crowd, Frank Lucas fur coat
Yeah, sipping muddy like a mothafuckin’ Merlot
Under the influence, I stayed on the first floor, first floor
Wait, first 48, hard to see my face, diamonds in the way
This is MMA, I just beat the case
In and out the hair salon, she got her nails polished
Turn up in tennis shoes, turn up in red bottoms
Turn up in red bottoms, turn up, turn up in red bottoms
She turn up in red bottoms, yeah what?
A nigga a hustler, now the feds got him
You bring the rubber bands, I bring the money counter

[Chorus]
Another day we gotta get it, ‘notha day we gotta get it
I say ‘notha day we gotta get it, ‘notha day we gotta get it
Can’t forget how I fucking had the door swinging
Can’t forget how I fucking had the door swinging
Another day we gotta get it, ‘notha day we gotta get it
I say ‘notha day we gotta get it, ‘notha day we gotta get it
Can’t forget how I fucking had the door swinging
Can’t forget how I fucking had the door swinging

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Got One – 2 Chainz

[Verse 1:]
Sometimes I have them thoughts
Like I’m too real for this shit
Labels keep callin’
I need 2 mil for this shit!
Took a mixtape
Turned it to a mansion
Then I took my last pack
And it turned into gymnastics
The crazy thing about it
I been knew I had it
I was being patient, y’all was being stagnant
The crazy thing about it
I been gettin’ money
I been gettin’ pussy
Shades cost 600
The crazy thing about it
I don’t need nobody
I don’t need no co-signer
talking ’bout I got ’em
The crazy thing about it
Everything been crazy
My girl cousin died
Now who gon’ take care of them babies

[Hook: x2]
A-Town, we got one
Westside, we got one
Eastside, we got one
Southside, we got one
Got one, I got one
This pistol on me, I got one
This check homie, I got one
Respect homie, I got one

[Verse 2:]
This polo, not Izod
I get dough like Tae Kwon
Asking me what I’m on
I say my bank account is on steroids
Trappin’ off my Android
Tryin’ not to go fed for it
Cause I’m so high, talkin’ I’m so fly
I don’t know if I should l land for it
Addicted to codeine
My side effect is a red girl
If I buy the pussy you payin’ for it
Put your head through the headboard
I say it but, I don’t get no cred for it
Pull up in that short bus
Tell ’em this a sped tour

[Hook x2]

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Netflix (Feat. Stacy Ferguson) – 2 Chainz

Lirik lagu: Netflix (Feat. Stacy Ferguson)

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
I smoked a blunt for dinner, another blunt for breakfast
2 Chainz! Got ’em staring at my necklace
Let’s make a sex tape and put it on Netflix
Let’s make a sex tape and put it on Netflix
She got it, I want it, I want it, she got it
I’m dodging paparazzi, my outfit from Versace
Copy, copy, all these niggas just copy
I just bought me a new watch and these new niggas just watchin’

[Hook x2: 2 Chainz & Fergie]
I know you had the time of your life
I know you had the time of your life
You know I’m gettin’ money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty
I’ll be countin’ this shit all night

[Verse 2: Fergie]
When I die, bury me inside the liquor store
Cause when I die, Fergie still gon’ be gettin’ dough
You do what you can, I do what you can’t
You smoke that Bobby Brown, we on that Shabba Ranks
I got it, you want it, you want it, I got it
My girls go shopping, that ain’t a mall, that’s my closet
So copy, copy, all these bitches just copy
Honor student wit’ double Ds, that ain’t the bra, that’s my ta-tas

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
I’m gettin’ to the monies with an apostrophe
Fucked her on a pile of clothes now she a closet freak
Yeah I bear arms, I got something up my sleeve
And when she wit’ me, she don’t wanna leave
She just wanna freak, she don’t wanna sleep
Put it in her mouth now she don’t wanna speak
Yeah I’m at the club, I got strippers at my table
I call doin’ the 69 a favor for a favor
From the cradle to the grave, shoot a nigga from his ankle to his waist
You can tell that I’m paid cause I’m high-class
Fucked a bitch in her eyelashes, we in a jet, who gon’ fly past us?
Tint all on my eyeglasses, I don’t see ya hater
And bitch I don’t get dropped, bitch I drop the label
Goddamn!

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Yuck! (Feat. Lil Wayne) – 2 Chainz

Lirik lagu: Yuck! (Feat. Lil Wayne)

[Intro]
Yuck Daddy! Yuck!
Yuck Daddy! Yuck!

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Uh, cut the top off, call it Amber Rose
Just bought a big body, time to paint the toes
Known to act a donkey on the camel-toe
Then take the camel-toe and turn it into casserole
2 Chainz talkin’ on the flake’s phone
Poof! Just like that the whole check gone
Former posturepedic I was slept on
So many chains on it look like my neck gone
My girl came through and brought an extra body
Now that’s an after party for the after party
Two-gun game, all black Ferrari
His and her Armani, put it in a tonic
And yeah, the bread good if the head good
Before benihana’s it was canned goods
Before canned goods it was similac
I’m from where they send sharks then we send ’em back
A half a million dollars worth of crack money
Wrap your parents up, now you got a black mommy
Yeah I did it, true to my religion
Two guns on me, both with extensions
If you on the pole, play your position
I got enough dough to pay your tuition
Corduroy trues, with the skull cap
I just woke up, tell me where the drugs at
And after the drugs, where the girls at
And after the guns, where the love at
And if it ain’t no love, I’m like fuck that
Nigga I’m so dope, you could catch a fuckin’ contact

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Good weed, bad bitch
Got these hoes on my dick like Brad Pitt
Woah, I seen it all before
The bitch got a man, but she schemin’ on the low
How it go? It go, fuck them other niggas cause I’m down for my niggas
My homies got the blickers, automatics no clickers
Huh? Codeine, no liquor
Man, life is a bitch, mine is a gold digger
I’m fucked, let’s fuck
She said she on her period, I said, “Yuck”
I called another bopper, I beat it like a copper
Two big chain, one big chopper, bitch

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[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I got the chopper for the correspondence
The codeine got me standin’ horizontal
I had enough of the broken promises
So I’m in a room full of Pocahontas-es
And this shit is of the meat rack
Weed sack, big car, layin’ with my seat back
We next, weed never left, holla, we back
All this ice on my and my niggas playing freeze tag
Lord forgive me, this my fourth foreign
If you baby daddy lame, you should forewarn him
I come through with the yapper on
Turn that nigga into hot bologna
I’m the type of nigga cop a Rollie, cop a benz, cop a two
Then wear it all to Church, nigga Hallelu’
Uh, I’m from the trap where the block’ll pay you
Me and my nigga pass your ho like a hot potato
I be like you could get her, he be like you could get her
I be like you could have her, he be like you could have her
He be like, it don’t matter, I be like, me neither
Uh, my old school got twenty-sixes on it
And I got your girl kissin’ on me

[Hook]

[Outro]
Yuck Daddy! Yuck!
Yuck Daddy! Yuck!
Yuck-yuck-yuck Daddy!
Two big chain, one big chopper
Two big chain, one big chopper
Two big chain, one big chopper
Two big chain, one big chopper, bitch

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