a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

2 chainz - no lie - chopped not slopped lyrics

[verse 1: 2 chainz]
i am smoking on that gas, life should be on cinemax
movie, bought my boo bigger t-ts and a bigger -ss
who he’s, not i, i smoke strong, that popeye
louie v’s in my archives, black diamonds, apartheid
bread up and my top down, on the block with a block out
hit ya -ss with that block-ow, dope enough to go in yo nostrils
i take ya girl and kidnap her, feed her to my mattress
a skeleton in my closet, it’s probably one of these dead -ss rappers
it’s probably one these p-ssy -ss n-ggas, don’t try me i’ll pull that trigga
got ya car note in my cup, and your rent in my swisha
that p-ssy so good i miss you, head game’s so vicious
and all i get is cheese like i’m taking pictures

[hook: drake]
i say f-ck you, less i’m with you
if i take you out of the picture
i know real n-ggas won’t miss you
no lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i
no lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i
real n-ggas say word
you ain’t never told no lie
you ain’t never told no lie
real n-ggas say word
you ain’t never told no lie
you ain’t never told no lie
real n-ggas say true
you ain’t never told no lie
you ain’t never told no lie
that’s a thing i don’t do
nah i just do it for the n-ggas
that are tryna see a million fore they die
wattup

[verse 2: drake]
2 chainz and champagne, you want true, that’s true enough
forbes list like every year, my office is my tour bus
she came through, she brought food
she got f-cked, she knew wh-ssup
she think i’m the realest out
and i say d-mn that makes two of us
aww that look like what’s her name, chances are it’s whats her name
chances are if she was acting up then i f-cked her once and never f-cked again
she could have a grammy, i still treat her -ss like a nominee
just need to know what that p-ssy like so one time is fine with me
young as an intern, but money like i built the sh-t
streets talking they’ll confirm
go ask them who just k!lled the sh-t
stay keeping my cup full
so i’m extra charged like a state tax
me and chainz go way back
we don’t talk sh-t, we just state facts
yes, lord

[hook]

[verse 3: 2 chainz]
name a n-gga that want some
i’ll out rap his -ss, out trap his -ss
put his -ss in a plastic bag with his trashy -ss
take him out, bring em in, them whole things
2pac without a nose ring
thug life, one wife, a mistress and a girlfriend
i did what they say i wouldn’t
went where they say i couldn’t (tru)
ysl belt buckle, ya’ll n-ggas sure is looking
ya’ll n-ggas sure is lucky, two chains on my rugby
left hand on that steering wheel, right hand on that p-ssy!

[hook]

- 2 chainz lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS