2 Chainz – No Lie

I am smoking on that gas, life should be on Cinemax
Movie, Bought my boo bigger tits and a bigger ass
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 ass with that block out
Dope enough to go in yo nostrils
I’ll take ya girl and kid nap her
Feed her to my mattress
The skeleton in my closet
It’s probably dead ass rappers
It’s probably pussy ass niggas
Don’t try me I pull that trigga
Got ya car note in my cup
And your rent in my swisha
That pussy so good I miss ya
Head game’s so vicious
And all I get is cheese
Like I’m taking pictures

I say fuck you, ‘less I’m with’ ya
If I take you out of the picture
I know real niggas won’t miss ya
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-I-ee-I
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-I-ee-I
Real niggas, say word,
Ye ain’t never told no lie
Ye ain’t never told no lie
Real niggas, say word,
Ye ain’t never told no lie
Ye ain’t never told no lie
Real niggas, stay true
Ye ain’t never told no lie
Ye ain’t never told no lie
That’s a thing I don’t do
Nah I just do it for the niggas
That are trying to see a million ‘fore they die
Wattup

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 fucked, she knew wassup
She think I’m the realest out
And I say “damn, that makes two of us”
Oh that look like what’s her name
Chances are there’s what’s her name
Chances are, if she was acting up
Then I fucked her once and never fucked again
She could have a Grammy, I still treat her ass like a nominee
Just need to know what that pussy like so one time it’s fine with me
Young as an intern, with money like I built the shit
Streets talking that confirm
Go ask them who just catch shit
Stay keeping my cup full so I’m extra charged like a state tax
Me an’ Chainz go way back
We don’t talk shit, we just say facts (Yes Lord)

I say fuck you, ‘less I’m with’ ya
If I take you out of the picture
I know real niggas won’t miss ya
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-I-ee-I
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-I-ee-I
Real niggas, say word,
Ye ain’t never told no lie
Ye ain’t never told no lie
Real niggas, say word,
Ye ain’t never told no lie
Ye ain’t never told no lie
Real niggas, stay true
Ye ain’t never told no lie
Ye ain’t never told no lie
That’s a thing I don’t do
Nah I just do it for the niggas
That are trying to see a million ‘fore they die
Wattup

Name a nigga that want some
I’ll out rap his ass
I’ll trap his ass
Put his ass in a plastic bag with his trashy ass
Take ’em 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 (go)
Went where they say I couldn’t (true)
YSL belt buckle
Ya’ll niggas sure is looking
Ya’ll niggas sure is lucky
2 Chainz on my rugby
Left hand on that steering wheel
Right hand on that pussy

I say fuck you, ‘less I’m with’ ya
If I take you out of the picture
I know real niggas won’t miss ya
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-I-ee-I
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-I-ee-I
Real niggas, say word,
Ye ain’t never told no lie
Ye ain’t never told no lie
Real niggas, say word,
Ye ain’t never told no lie
Ye ain’t never told no lie
Real niggas, stay true
Ye ain’t never told no lie
Ye ain’t never told no lie
That’s a thing I don’t do
Nah I just do it for the niggas
That are trying to see a million ‘fore they die
Wattup


2 Chainz lyrics
Drake lyrics

Kanye West – Mercy

Well
It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth
It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth
It is – when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound
Believe! Believe!

Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick she so thirsty
I’m in that two seat Lambo
With your girl she tryna jerk me

Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick she so thirsty
I’m in that two seat Lambo
With your girl she tryna jerk me

Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick she so thirsty
I’m in that two seat Lambo
With your girl she tryna jerk me

Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick she so thirsty
I’m in that two seat Lambo
With your girl she tryna jerk me

OK, drop it to the floor
Make that ass shake
Whoa make the ground move, that’s an ass quake
Built a house up on that ass, that’s an ass state
Roll my weed on it, that’s an ass tray
Say Ye, say Ye, don’t we do this err’ day-day?
I work them long nights, long nights to get a pay day
Finally got paid, now I need shade and a vacay
And niggas still hatin’, so much hate I need an AK
Now we out in Paris, yeah I’m Perrierin’
White girls politicin’ that’s that Sarah Palin
Gettin’ high, Californicatin’
I give her that D, cause that’s where I was born and raised in

Lamborghini Mercy (swerve)
Your chick she so thirsty (swerve)
I’m in that two seat Lambo (swerve)
With your girl she tryna jerk me (swerve)

Lamborghini Mercy (swerve)
Your chick she so thirsty (swerve)
I’m in that two seat Lambo (swerve)
With your girl she tryna jerk me (swerve)

It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth (swerve)
It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth (swerve)
It is – when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound (swerve)
Believe! Believe! (swerve)

Yeah, it’s prime time, my top back, this pimp game hoe
I’m red leather, this cocaine, I’m Rick James hoe
I’m bill droppin’, Ms. Pacman is pill poppin’ ass hoe
I’m poppin’ too, these blue dolphins need two coffins
All she want is some heel money
All she need is some bill money
He take his time, he counts it out
I weighs it up, that’s real money
Check the neck, check the wrist
Them heads turnin’, that’s exorcist
My Audemar like Mardi Gras
That’s Swiss time and that’s excellence
Two door preference
Roof gone George Jefferson
That white frost on that pound cake
So your Duncan Heinz is irrelevant
Lambo, Mercy-lago, she go wherever I go
Wherever we go we do it pronto

Lamborghini Mercy (swerve)
Your chick she so thirsty (swerve)
I’m in that two seat Lambo (swerve)
With your girl she tryna jerk me (swerve)

Lamborghini Mercy (swerve)
Your chick she so thirsty (swerve)
I’m in that two seat Lambo (swerve)
With your girl she tryna jerk me (swerve)

It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth (swerve)
It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth (swerve)
It is – when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound (swerve)
Believe! Believe! (swerve)

Well it is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth
In the dance hall, and who no have teeth will run pon them gums
Caw when time it comes to my sound, which is the champion sound
The bugle has blown the many times, and it still have one more time left
Caw the amount of stripe weh deh pon our shoulder

Let the suicide doors up
I do suicides on the tour bus
I do suicides on the private jet
You know what that mean, I’m fly to death
I step in Def Jam building like I’m the shit
Tell ’em “Give me fifty million or I’m a quit”
Most rappers taste level ain’t at my waist level
Turn up the bass ’til it’s up in your face level
Don’t do no press but I get the most press, kid
Plus your my bitch, make your bitch look like Precious
Something’ ’bout Mary she gone off that Molly
Now the whole party is melted like Dalí
Now everybody is movin’ they body
Don’t sell me apartment, I move in the lobby
Niggas is loiterin’ just to feel important
You gon see lawyers and niggas in Jordans

Now catch up to my campaign
Coupe the color of mayonnaise
I’m drunk and high at the same time
Drinkin’ champagne on the airplane
Spit rounds like the gun range
Beat it up like Rampage
100 bands, cut your girl, now your girl need a band aid
Grade A, A1,
Chain the color of Akon
Black diamonds around me
Cosigned by Louis Vuitton
Horse power, horse power
All this Polo on I got horse power
Pound of this cost 4 thousand
I make it rain, she want more showers
Rain pourin’,
All my cars is foreign
All my broads is foreign,
Money tall like Jordan

Lamborghini Mercy (swerve)
Your chick she so thirsty (swerve)
I’m in that two seat Lambo (swerve)
With your girl she tryna jerk me (swerve)

Lamborghini Mercy (swerve)
Your chick she so thirsty (swerve)
I’m in that two seat Lambo (swerve)
With your girl she tryna jerk me (swerve)

It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth (swerve)
It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth (swerve)
When it comes to my sound which is the champion sound (swerve)
Believe! Believe! (swerve)

It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth (swerve)
It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth (swerve)
When it comes to my sound which is the champion sound (swerve)
Believe! Believe! (swerve)


Kanye West lyrics
2 Chainz lyrics
Big Sean lyrics

 

2 Chainz – We Own It

It’s Young Khalifa man
2 Chainz!

Money’s the motivation,
Money’s the conversation,
You on vacation, we gettin’ paid so
We on paycation, I did it for the fam
It’s whatever we had to do, it’s just who I am
Yeah, it’s the life I chose
Gunshots in the dark, one eye closed
And we got it cooking like a one-eyed stove
You can catch me kissin’ my girl with both eye closed
Perfecting my passion, thanks for asking
Couldn’t slow down so we had to crash it
You use plastic, we ’bout cash,
I see some people ahead that we gon’ pass, yeah!

I never fear death or dying
I only fear never trying
I am whatever I am,
Only God can judge me, now
One shot, everything rides on tonight
Even if I’ve got three strikes, I’mma go for it,
This moment, we own it
A I’m not to be played with
Because it can get dangerous
See these people I ride with
This moment, we own it

And the same ones that I ride with, be the same ones that I die with
Put it all out on the line with, if you looking for me you can find Wiz
In the new car or in the crowd with
My new broad, that’s a fine chick
And the wonder squad, I’m down with
(ain’t no way around it)
What you say? Tell me what you say
Working hard, repping for my dogs, do this everyday,
Taking off, looking out for all, making sure we ball,
Like the mob all you do is call
Catch you if you fall, Young Khalifa

I never feared death or dying
I only fear never trying
I am whatever I am,
Only God can judge me, now
One shot, everything rides on tonight
Even if I’ve got three strikes, I’mma go for it,
This moment, we own it
A I’m not to be played with
(I ride or die for mine)
Because it can get dangerous
See these people I ride with
(I ride or die for love)
This moment, we own it

This the biggest day of my life
We got big guns, been graduated from knives
It’s the day in the life and I’m ready to ride
Got the spirit, I’m feeling like a killer inside
uh, financial outbreak, I’m free but I ain’t out yet
Riding with the plugs so I’m close to the outlet
At the red light, rims sitting off set
I look better on your girl (than her outfit)

Stuck to the plan, always said that we would stand up, never ran
We the fam and loyalty never change up
Been down since day one, look at where we came from
Jumping out on anybody who try to say something one thing about it
Got a problem, I got the same one
Money rose, we fold
Plenty clubs we closed,
Follow the same code
Never turn our backs, our cars don’t even lose control

One shot, everything rides on tonight
Even if I’ve got three strikes, I’mma go for it,
This moment, we own it
A I’m not to be played with
(I ride or die for mine)
Because it can get dangerous
See these people I ride with
(I ride or die for love)
This moment, we own it

This moment, we own it
I ride or die for mine
I’m ride or die material
One life to live so here we go
This moment, we own it


2 Chainz lyrics
Wiz Khalifa lyrics

2 Chainz – I’m Different

I’m different, yeah I’m different
I’m different, yeah I’m different
I’m different, yeah I’m different
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
Middle finger up to my competition
I’m different, yeah I’m different
I’m different, yeah I’m different
I’m different, yeah I’m different
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing

Pull up to the scene, but my roof gone
When I leave the scene, bet your boo gone
And I beat the pussy like a new song
2 Chainz but I got me a few on
Everything hot, skip lukewarm
Tell shawty to bust it open, Uncle Luke on
Got the present for the present and a gift wrapping
I don’t feel good, but my trigger happy
But the stripper happy, but they wish had me
And I wish a nigga would, like a kitchen cabinet
And me and you are cut from a different fabric
I fucked her so good it’s a bad habit
Bitch sit down, you got a bad atti’
Gave her the wrong number and a bad addy
You ain’t going nowhere like a bad navi
Ass so big, I told her to look back at it
Look back at it, look back at it
Then I put a fat rabbit on the Craftmatic
I am so high… attic
I am so high like an addict

I’m different, yeah I’m different
I’m different, yeah I’m different
I’m different, yeah I’m different
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
Middle finger up to my competition
I’m different, yeah I’m different
I’m different, yeah I’m different
I’m different, yeah I’m different
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing

2 Chainz got your girl on the celly
And when I get off the celly
I made her meet at the telly
When she meet at the telly
I put it straight in her belly
When it go in her belly, it ain’t sh*t you can tell me
Hair long, money long
Me and broke niggas we don’t get along
Hair long, money long
Me and broke niggas we don’t get along
I paid a 1, 000 dollars for my sneakers
‘Ye told ya, a 100k for a feature
Eee-err Eee-err, sound of the bed
Beat it up, beat it up, then I get some head
Well I might get some head, then I beat it up
I don’t give a fuck, switch it up, nigga live it up
Yeah it’s going down, she get up
Might valet park a Brinks truck

I’m different, yeah I’m different
I’m different, yeah I’m different
I’m different, yeah I’m different
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
Middle finger up to my competition
I’m different, yeah I’m different
I’m different, yeah I’m different
I’m different, yeah I’m different
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing


2 Chainz lyrics

A$AP Rocky – Fuckin’ Problems

I love bad bitches, that’s my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, that’s my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, that’s my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem
If finding somebody real is your fucking problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it

Hold up bitches simmer down
Takin’ hella long bitch give it to me now
Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine
Oh baby like it raw with a shimmy shimmy ya
Huh, ASAP get like me
Never met a motherfucker fresh like me
All these motherfuckers wanna dress like me
Put the chrome to your dome make you sweat like Keith
Cause I’m the nigga, the nigga nigga, like how you figure?
Getting figures and fucking bitches, she rollin’ swishers
Brought her bitches, I brought my niggas, they getting bent up off the liquor
She love my licorice, I let her lick it
They say money make a nigga act nigga-rish
But at least a nigga nigga rich
I be fuckin’ broads like I be fuckin’ bored
Turn a dyke bitch out have her fuckin’ boys, beast

I love bad bitches, that’s my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, that’s my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, that’s my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem
If finding somebody real is your fucking problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it

I know you love it when this beat is on
Make you think about all of the niggas you’ve been leading on
Make me think about all of the rappers I’ve been feeding on
Got a feeling that’s the same dudes that we speakin’ on, oh word?
Ain’t heard my album? Who you sleepin’ on?
You should print the lyrics out and have a fucking read-along
Ain’t a fucking sing-along unless you brought the weed along
Then ju… (Okay, I got it)
Then just drop down and get yo’ eagle on
Or we can stare up at the stars and put the Beatles on
All that shit you talkin’ bout is not up for discussion
I will pay to make it bigger, I don’t pay for no reduction
If it’s comin’ from a nigga I don’t know, then I don’t trust it
If you comin’ for my head, then motherfucker get to bustin’
Yes Lord, I don’t really say this often
But this long dick nigga ain’t for the long talking, I beast

I love bad bitches, that’s my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, that’s my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, that’s my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem
If finding somebody real is your fucking problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it

Yeah hoe this the finale
My pep talk turn into a pep rally
Say she’s from the hood but she live inside the valley now
Vacate in Atlanta, then she going back to Cali
Got your girl on my line, world on my line
The irony I fuck ’em at the same damn time
She eyeing me like a nigga don’t exist
Girl, I know you want this dick
Girl, I’m Kendrick Lamar
Aka Benz is to me just a car
That mean your friends need to be up to a par
See my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow
Kill ’em all dead bodies in the hallway
Don’t get involved listen what the crystal ball say
Halle Berry, hallelujah
Holla back I’ll do ya, beast

I love bad bitches, that’s my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, that’s my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, that’s my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem
If finding somebody real is your fucking problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it


2 Chainz lyrics
Drake lyrics
Kendrick Lamar lyrics

Jason Derulo – Talk Dirty

Jason
Jason Derulo
Get jazzy on it

I’m that flight that you get on, international
First class seat on my lap girl, riding comfortable

‘Cause I know what the girl them need,
New York to Haiti
I got lipstick stamps on my passport,
You make it hard to leave

Been around the world, don’t speak the language
But your booty don’t need explaining
All I really need to understand is
When you talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
Get jazzy on it

You know the words to my songs
No habla inglés
Our conversations ain’t long
But you know what is

I know what the girl them want,
London to Taiwan
I got lipstick stamps on my passport
I think I need a new one

Been around the world, don’t speak the language
But your booty don’t need explaining
All I really need to understand is
When you talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me

Uno, met your friend in Rio
Dos, she was all on me-o
Tres, we can ménage à three though
Quatro, ooh (2 Chainz!)

Dos Cadenas, close to genius
Sold out arenas, you can suck my penis
Gilbert Arenas, guns on deck
Chest to chest, tongue on neck
International oral sex
Every picture I take, I pose a threat
Bought a jet, what do you expect?
Her pussy’s so good I bought her a pet
Anyway, every day I’m trying to get to it
Got her saved in my phone under “Big Booty”
Anyway, every day I’m trying to get to it
Got her saved in my phone under “Big Booty”

Been around the world, don’t speak the language
But your booty don’t need explaining
All I really need to understand is
When you talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me (you you you)
Talk dirty to me (yeah yeah)
Talk dirty to me (talk to me)
Talk dirty to me (oh yeah)
Get jazzy on it

What? I don’t understand!


Jason Derulo lyrics
2 Chainz lyrics