2 Chainz - Where U Been - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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[Verse 1: 2 Chainz] I keep my hoes in check, you buy Nike for yours Say they want that loud, I'mma bring that noise Check my watch on a flight, yeah, I call that airtime Murk 'em in the middle of the street, that gon' be his deadline Yeah, you gon' respect mine, got a body on my Tec-9 Say you nobody 'till somebody gon' body you, flatline Pocket full of dead guys and you know I'm anti Anti-social, anti-lame, but ain't I cool nigga, ain't I? You looking at a star that's spaced out Trying to take my style then take off I go to work with no days off, everything all paid off Shawty pussy hair shaved off and she did it just for me, nigga Would skip you like a spacebar, but I much rather delete niggas [Hook: 2 Chainz] I been getting money, where the fuck you been? (x4) Bought a new crib just to fuck you in (x3) I been getting to the money, where the fuck you been? [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] Gucci hat (Gucci hat), Gucci belt If you wrote a autobiography, you'd have to sue yourself Yo' lying ass, codeine in my wine glass I know you had a wild past, I ain't fucked you in a while with yo' wild ass I get high and I fly past, I don't know nothing 'bout iChat I'm working this iPhone, they need an app called iTrap I trap, shining like a night lamp I just hit my girlfriend and asked her where her wife at White cup, white hat, laying on a white couch Got that presidential in a residential white house Nigga saying "who?" (who) like a white owl You can see me shinin' (shinin') with the light out, come on [Hook] [Verse 3: Cap-1] Turn five to a ten to a twenty to fifty To hundred, my niggas get money, I want it Ride through the city, my niggas got choppers My bitch, she's so pretty, that's my Pocahontas Everything on me, I shine like a trophy Run up a check while they watch out for police Versace my pinky, a brick on my Rollie That Cali Ferrari, I'm feeling like Kobe T-R-U, that's to the death of me, nigga Killers on the right and left of me, nigga My destiny, nigga, to get all this money I can't, I can't share that whole recipe with ya My nigga told me "Get 'em, get it?" I got 'em Stand on that couch and just drink out the bottle That .40 got hollows, that bitch, she gon' swallow Get to that money, I'm King of Chicago Bought a new crib just to fuck you in Bought that Benz just to fuck your friends Giuseppe's 900 with the gold bars Everything about me raw like a dope charge [Hook]
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