2 chainz – gotta lotta lyrics
[lil wayne]
lotta dope…
gotta lotta dope
(ba-ba-da-bop)
da-ba-da-ba-di
ba-ba-da-oop
yeah
ba-ba-da-bop
i said we gotta lotta dope
we gotta lotta weed
gotta lotta weed
that’s a lotta smoke
that’s a lotta smoke
that’s that loud, i hope
i said we gotta lotta dope
ba-ba-da-bop
[lil wayne]
okay we gotta lotta dope
we got the hottest sh-t
i said we gotta lotta dope
we be in and out of court
i’ve seen so many coward croak
it’s like watching flowers grow
i mean, please, don’t you cowards know?
we will leave your [censored] on your momma’s porch
oh lord, born in the projects
papa was a rolling stone, selling rock
yeah, i grew up and mopped that
making jugs on a fool with no contacts
i’m drinking activas only know hi-tech
hold on, think i’m getting too high tech
yeah, i think she’s getting the context
now she needs some d-ck, and she know who to contact
[lil wayne]
da-ba-da-ba-di
ba-ba-da-bop
yeah
ba-ba-da-bop
i said we gotta lotta dope
we gotta lotta weed
we got weed
that’s a lotta smoke
that’s a lotta smoke
that’s that loud, i hope
i said we gotta lotta dope
ba-ba-da-bop
[2 chainz]
yo tunes, p-ss the steel, a b-st-rd still
my p-ssion real, i’m fashion ill
the [?] is a m-ssive kill
m-ss appeal, my past is real
before i had to deal, you dig?
pies and cakes, out of state
lies is fake, y’all don’t make mistakes
got the girl p-ssy smelling like codeine syrup
got the bands on me like a football field, i’m ill
i deserve a p-ssy for my birthday
if she pretty, magic city on her birthday
[?] toast
yeah i’m supposed to boast
getting more to quote
not many getting close
to smoke what i never smoked before
dream what i never dreamed before
woke up and see my rolls
sky high, i ride by, i drive by
[lil wayne]
da-ba-da-ba-di
ba-ba-da-bope
yeah
ba-ba-da-bope
i said we gotta lotta dope
we gotta lotta weed
we got weed
that’s a lotta smoke
that’s a lotta smoke
that’s that loud, i hope
i said we gotta lotta dope
ba-ba-da-bope
[2 chainz]
big dreams, big rings, big chains
switch lanes, sip lean
sixteen, seventeen, medellin
favorite color money green
a triple beam, a hundred ps of sour ds
a bunch of ds, she can come suck on these, no suckas please
see i look like my daddy though
i get high, i get the munchies eating edible
if it’s available
b-tch you never know
oyster perpetual
trapped at the texaco like i’m oj
trying to put it in her mouth like colgate
ben franklin, that’s my m-th-f–kin soul mate
yea i need a mop, i got a new flo’ today
i’m sippin’ syrup like a got a f–kin’ cold today
i’m throwing tres up like golden state
old school the same color as sidney poitier
da-ba-da-ba-di
ba-ba-da-bope
(got a lot, got a lot)
yeah
ba-ba-da-bope
i said we gotta lotta dope
(got a lot, got a lot)
we gotta lotta weed
gotta lotta weed
that’s a lotta smoke
that’s a lotta smoke
that’s that loud, i hope
i said we gotta lotta dope
(ba-ba-da-bope)
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