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2 Chainz – Kingpen Ghostwriter Lyrics
2 Chainz, Lil Baby
This shit hard Buddah I'm finna put that motherfucking Heroin flow on that motherfucker though (Buddah Bless this beat) Tony Money comin', comin' in a hurry Niggas on the run, eatin' like nori Sound like a kingpin but writing for me Got my first plug out in California Yeah yeah, pesos stack, yeah yeah Dior hat, yeah yeah, opp got whacked, yeah yeah Ain't had nothing to do with that, yeah My fleet orange and black, yeah On concrete I tap, yeah Water on the neck, ain't tap, yeah Alkaline white strap, yeah (strap) VVS's, she got a bust down, she bust it down like she naked And the trappin' hot (hot), told her, "Come and dance" (dance) Didn't have no AC on, all we had was only fans (woo) Pinky ring summer (summer), limousine, uh-uh (uh-uh) Got the Maybach truck, bought the Maybach car a partner You ain't seen what I done seen, these lizzy cost at least a G Gangsta music like Eazy-E's, when it come to trappin', I'm 23 Moon walkin' like Billie Jean, my pistol boss, my kitchen clean Everything got cut throat like a razor blade and amphetamine, uh Money comin', comin' in a hurry Niggas on the run, eatin' like nori Sound like a kingpin but writing for me Got my first plug out in California Yeah yeah, pesos stack, yeah yeah Dior hat, yeah yeah, opp got whacked, yeah yeah Ain't had nothing to do with that, yeah Gucci shorts, Gucci socks showin' I hit Derrick for a box of ones Hit Allure, let the thots have fun He acting like me, that is not my son He might be the two but he is not the one This shit that I do it is not for fun Everybody gon' go, you is not the car Rockin' ice like I'm tryna get a knot on my arm We got sticks in this bitch, we don't got no alarm When the heat didn't work, used the stove to get warm My lil' nigga down bad, he supposed to be home Stuck around for too long, was supposed to be gone Let them folks do you wrong, you supposed to be strong If I had to, I still could go and post in my zone I got some houses to trap out, I got a ho house to stay at Too hard, you know how I play it I don't gotta tell 'em, they know what I'm sayin' Five mil' in blue, let 'em know I ain't playin' Back of the 'Bach, gettin' head while I lay there You wanna f*ck with a nigga, just say that Mclaren fast, it belong on the race track None of that bullshit, you know I ain't play that I had to clean up, who come through and spray that? Money comin', comin' in a hurry Niggas on the run, eatin' like nori Sound like a kingpin but writing for me Got my first plug out in California Yeah yeah, pesos stack, yeah yeah Dior hat, yeah yeah, opp got whacked, yeah yeah Ain't had nothing to do with that