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2 chainz - blue cheese lyrics

[verse 1: 2 chainz]
my side chick got pregnant by her main dude and i’m offended
i called, she ain’t pick up, i text her back, b-tch you stingy
i’m in all black like a ninja, chain got influenza
walk in the traphouse, use my cartiers for credentials (god d-mn!)
i’m going wildebeest, all on my enemies
negative energy, i could do anything, i got the guillotine
off with they head
known to pull off and get head
drippin so much sauce on your b-tch look like she wettin’ the bed
i could do more than just say it, strip club veteran head uh uh!
i am still gettin’ this bread, bought her a birkin bag uh uh!
everyone look at the tag, i do the digital dash uh uh!
i can do more than just brag, i can back it up uh uh!

[verse 2: offset]
blue cheese, no ranch, all hunnids
10 racks on me that’s mall money
i just bought a lamb ima crawl on it
get on top, she act a dog with it
i’m on this drink need to slow down
racks in back it won’t slow down
you had a sack but it’s gone now
safari diamond, money long now
better wake up, smell the coffee
black man with a lot of money, got the white man wanna off me
you was my mans but you lost me
poppin xans, i’m exhausted
cookie smellin like a mosh pit
pop a perk, kinda nauseous
50 ? sh-t colossus
hey, with this money i could stay up and survive
we go live, smoke this dope and ride
we too fly, bad b-tches in the archive
oh so high, money make me so high

[verse 3: takeoff]
i’m havin blue cheese
and i’ma get it by any means
flexing on n-gg-s like hercules
f-cking on b-tches with double d’s
i met the plug, got 100 keys
give me that block and i gotta seize
these n-gg-s sick homie wanna get rid of me
i’m at the top and they under me
i hit the lot and don’t ask for the tag
racks in my pockets, they lookin like kneepads
flexin my all white with benjamin franklin
put the work steady blue cheese in the bag
my life i’m livin it fast
one thing i cannot do is go out sad
they know me but don’t know my past
and if you know me you know i’m about my cash
the nawfside, call it baghdad, make a n-gg- 40 yard dash
the nawfside, where the bags at, i was breakin my wrist in the gl-ss (whippin it!)
smoking on barry bonds in the hurricane, spinning work like i’m taz
migos and chainz in the city, go to your girl ?
had to bring out that bag

[chorus: quavo]
50,000 on me, i’m a walkin’ lick
she f-ck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b-tches
came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b-tches
blue cheese in my off whites
i’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
got your b-tch out her dm, put her on a flight
i don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs
blue cheese in my off whites
i’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
got your b-tch out her dm, put her on a flight
i don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs

[bridge: quavo (2 chainz)]
when you wake up in the morning
when you wake up in the morning
blue cheese in my off whites
blue cheese in my off whites
(uhh, uhh)

[outro]
boy, my uncle 12 shawty
i had to take my uncle to school this morning shawty
and he got suspended
’cause he smelled like weed when he got there

- 2 chainz lyrics

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