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Watch Out – 2 Chainz

Yo, okay
All my niggas with me
All my niggas with it
All my niggas balling
All my niggas athletic
All my niggas A1
All got street cred
All my niggas balling
All my niggas athletic
Pulled up in the phantom
Pulled off with a dancer
Got a pocket full of money
Kinda hard to keep my pants up
Nigga tryna run them bands up
Fuck a bitch with my hands up
Lil Que fucked the Xans up
Kinda hard to understand her
Duffle bags in the Escalade
Call the bitch there a bread truck
Got the bitch going retarded
Call uber for a spare truck
All these niggas never scared us
All these niggas never ran up
Bitch tryna put the head on me
Niggas tryna put the feds on me
Niggas tryna take meds on me
Everything for the players only
Niggas sunny like Arizona
Gunshots just for saying something
Spraying shit like aerosol
You a foul and that’s a fair ball
Nigga can’t reach the goal
Keep shooting that there air ball

[Hook:]
Watch out lil bitch
Watch out lil bitch
Watch out lil bitch
Watch out lil bitch
You getting mad
I’m getting rich
You getting mad
And I’m getting rich
Watch out lil bitch
Watch out lil bitch
Watch out lil bitch
Hey, watch out lil bitch
You getting mad
I’m getting rich
You getting mad
Bitch, I’m getting rich

Watch out lil ho
My partners still smoke on parole
They say that I’m crazy
I used to talk to a stove
I tell it to lock, shit I tell it a lot
Go to the dealership, fishtail off the lot
You know I’m coming straight up the block
You know I’m coming straight out the top
Shawty said she want 5 million
Cause I told her to leave and call her a thot
Shit, you can like it or not, damn
I’m coming straight out the pot, yam
Still got some eq in my stock, man
Nigga I ain’t gotta lie
Nigga I ain’t gotta try
You waving that thing in the sky
We waving that thing at your body
We waving that thing at your eye
Look at the watch on my wrist
Yeah I don’t mind watching my wrist
Told that lil bitch I’ll pass
Nigga watch the assist, swish
I run the track like the marathon
You niggas softer than silicone
You know what it’s like when the feeling gone
I know what it’s like when the ceiling gone
I had a sit down with Farrakhan
Turn the White House to the Terror Dome
I used to serve at the Chevron
I used to serve with my necklace on, bitch

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[Hook:]
Watch out lil bitch
Watch out lil bitch
Watch out lil bitch
Watch out lil bitch
You getting mad
I’m getting rich
You getting mad
And I’m getting rich
Watch out lil bitch
Watch out lil bitch
Watch out lil bitch
Hey, watch out lil bitch
You getting mad
I’m getting rich
You getting mad
Bitch, I’m getting rich

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Addicted to Rubberbands (Feat. J Hard) – 2 Chainz

Lirik lagu: Addicted to Rubberbands (Feat. J Hard)

[2 Chainz]
I’m popular and poppin dough
Breakfast at Papa Deaux’s
Dodgin all obstacles
Trappin at the Stop-N-Go
Boy you know you lame if you still ridin stop and go
Disect the beat and then I turn it to a particle
Pardon though I’m hardin though
You should read the article
I’m ridin high and dodgin hoes
You better hope I’m dodgin your model hoes
Dollar hoes, white lookin Madonna hoes
Dolce Gabbana, Ferragamo and the Prada hoes
College hoes on three, niggaz with a lot of dough
I Snoop guard the dough, I just love bein by the stove
Heres some food for thought, a little food for your soul
Like a comma, I love bein right next to O’s

[Chorus]
I had a long day, my nerves bad
Yea I’m smokin on loud I know you heard that
Hit the jewlery store, with a hundred grand
I can’t help it I’m addicted to the rubberbands
Leave the trap house, with a hundred grand
I can’t help it I’m addicted to the rubberbands
Time to re-up, I got a hundred bands
I can’t help it I’m addicted to the rubberbands

[J Hard]
We sittin high speakin like we super human Benz
Cars mulatto, black on black Europeans
Too hard to swallow like UGKings and
Number one thesis do you believe in Jesus
They say money is the root of all diseases
Well call the doctor I see honest in my thesis
Summer vacation, one trip two bricks
Baby momma sayin I’m impatient my sons need shit
When you pull up to the front, all you see is whips
Diddy bop to the back all you see is zips
In Ziplocks, and garbage bags
Usher Raymond in this bitch yeah “I got it bad”

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[Chorus]

[2 Chainz]
(2 Chainz!) My plug need me, but he greedy
I ran off told me catch me on the TV
See I’m from where you rob Peter to pay Paul
I’m yellin fuck the world I woke up with my dick hard
Big dog, big broads all in my circumference
Pussy on lock down, I don’t handcuff it
Sippin Grey Goose and we spendin mad ducats
Rubberband fetish get it in abundance
Ben Franklins back to back, hundreds on hundreds
Gucci flip flaps, I got bunyons on bunyons
Yellow ring look like a Funyon, or somethin
I just left the trap house, money on money

[Chorus]

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Like Me (Feat. The Weeknd) – 2 Chainz

Lirik lagu: Like Me (Feat. The Weeknd)

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
It’s kind of just a love
Don’t make me make you fall in love
Don’t make me make you fall in love with a nigga like me, like me
It’s kind of just a love
Don’t make me make you fall in love with a nigga like me, like me
It’s kind of just a love.
You’re not just another bird
Don’t make me make you fall in love with a nigga like me, like me

[2 Chainz:]
They ain’t never seen a nigga like me uh
She ain’t never seen a nigga like me uh
Chance of that is unlikely
2 Chainz in my white tee
I wipe her down and I pipe her down
I give my girl money to go out of town
You give your girl money to go to Niketown
And I one-night her, you must like her
Kill niggas with one-liners, all I need is one lighter
Counting so much money, I got arthritis
So cold I frostbite ’em, no Pig Latin but I hog-tied ’em
If she gets this business then I (make her fall in love)
With a nigga like me I’m killing this beat
Skeet skeet skeet skeet, skeet on my sheets
On top, from the back, I thundercat like (HOE!)
My girl got a big purse with a purse in it
And her pussy so clean I can go to church in it!
Oh Lord, O-M-G, I am the O-N-E
How ya like me now, it’s cool but she want more D
Moet by the fireplace, this is how desire taste
And I’m ’bout to buy a case (leggo)

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[Chorus]

[Outro:]
Tell ’em… yeah
Album coming this summer
Def Jam… TRUUUU!

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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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