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ft cap 1 2 chainz - where u been (ft. cap-1) - 2 chainz lyrics

[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 headline
yeah, you gon’ respect mine, got a body on my tec-9
say you n-body ’till somebody gon’ body you: flatline
pocket full of dead guys
and you know i’m anti-anti-social, anti-labor, anti-cool n-gg-, ain’t i?
you looking at a star that’s phased out
trying to take my style then take off
i go to work with no days off, everything i own paid off
shawty p-ssy hair shaved off and she did it just for me
n-gg-, would skip you like a sp-cebar, but i much rather delete n-gg-s

[hook: 2 chainz]
i’ve been getting money, where the f-ck you been?
i’ve been getting money, where the f-ck you been?
i’ve been getting money, where the f-ck you been?
bought a new crib just to f-ck you in
bought a new crib just to f-ck you in
bought a new crib just to f-ck you in
i’ve been getting to the money, where the f-ck you been?

[verse 2: 2 chainz]
gucci hat, gucci belt
if you wrote a autobiography you had to sue yourself
you lying -ss, codeine in my wine gl-ss
i know you had a wild past
i ain’t f-cked you in a while with your wild -ss
i get high and i fly past, i don’t know nothing ’bout ichat
i work in this iphone they need an app called itrap
i trap, shining like a night 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 and a residential white house
n-gg- saying “who?” like a white -ss
you can see me shining white the light out

[hook]

[verse 3: cap-1]
turn five to a ten to a twenty to fifty to hundred
my n-gg-s get money, i want it
i ride through the city my n-gg-s got choppers
my b-tch 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
the cali ferrari i’m feeling like kobe
…to the death of my, n-gg-
killers on the right and left of me, n-gg-
my destiny n-gg- to get all this money
i can’t share that whole recipe with you, n-gg-
my n-gg- told me “get ’em” did it i got ’em
stand on that couch, drink out of the bottle
…the b-tch she gon’ swallow
get to the money i’m keeping chicago
yeah, bought a new crib just to f-ck you in
bought the benz just to f-ck your friends in
giuseppe’s 900 with the gold…
everything ’bout me wrong like a dope charge

[hook]

- ft cap 1 2 chainz lyrics

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