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novembro 20, 2023

2 Chainz, Lil Wayne – Significant Other Lyrics

2 Chainz, Lil Wayne – Significant Other ( Letra) Letra LilWayneVEVO 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne – Significant Other ( Letra)
Verse: 2 Chainz
Vicious lifestyle, gotta get my point across
Scary ass trap house, looks just like a haunted house

Boo-boo, boo-boo, boo-boo, boo-boo, mm, brr

Shoot that bitch and have ‘em runnin’ out
I got a plug, we ain’t runnin’ out
Runnin’ O’s, checkin’ they bank account
Pretty bitch with the designer cloth
She boostin’ shit and make it somersault
Look what I pulled up out the cookie jar
And got some game from Maurice and Bookie Ball
Real Atlanta legend, you got me fucked up
I’m a real dope boy, you got me fucked up
Now they lookin’ at me like, “I think I’m stuck up”
And where was you when a nigga had me stuck up?
Where was you?

Now I got my middle finger up, stuck up
I’m like a star in the sky, nigga, stuck up
You runnin’ off of fumes, but I think I’m charged up
They seen me pull up, niggas know I’m bar’d up
Bar’d up

An angel investor for a start up
I’m what you get when you drop coke in the water
Yeah

They gon’ try take me across the border, I’m so dope
Ask me did I wanna sell my soul, I said, “Nope”
No

I ain’t even sold the Porsche I had eleven years ago
I ain’t sold

I been hoardin’ foreign rims, women, chains and clothes
Yeah

When I leave the day party, yeah, I’m changin’ clothes
Change

Ain’t got no time to chase you, I’m just chasin’ O’s
I’m tryna buy a better spot, I bought a case to go
I told her, “I’m nothin’ like you thought, that was a case ago”
Or matter of fact, it was the case before
A trap nigga turned pop, I crossed over and left they ankles sore
I pop my shit, I pop an Addy, I been poppin’, bro
Been popular, pushin’ product at the Stop N Go
A real legend in the streets, you got me fucked up
I’m a real dope boy, you got me fucked up
I can’t let you play me off the streets
I’ma go home with my girl tonight, wake up, say a prayer and eat
Part II

Chorus: Lil Wayne
I want someone who’s there for me
Without a guarantee
How can I be there for me? Hmm

When I need company

Consistency
Mula

Is all I ever needed with you
And you put me through it
30, you a motherfuckin’ fool, nigga
I need somebody

Verse: Lil Wayne
I need somebody not just anybody, that special somebody
I don’t be stressin’ ‘bout her, showin’ less of her body
Long as they know that’s for somebody, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah

No questions, no questions, her body, she don’t be finessin’ her body
She got that FR, FR, yeah, tell me about it
No, matter fact text me about it
One hundred emoji, I need you to keep it a hundred emoji
Need to know nobody comin’ behind me
But when we fuck, I need you cumin’ before me
I need you to love me like I should love me
Sing “How To Love”, show me how to love me
And I mean that from the bottom of me
From the top floor to the lobby, lovely
I need love but I’m tired of searchin’
Clean tub, dirty shower curtains
No cap like bottle service
Need a road map to the hottest person
I’ma toe tap on the hottest surface
And this hard D probably got her thirsty
In the pussy, I don’t show a lot of mercy
I’ma fuck her ‘til she scream, “Lord, have mercy”
No controversy, just contraceptives
Contraband for the conscious effort
Prayer for strangers doin’ stranger things
And baby, I cannot change a spotless leopard
Full time love, part time love, one time love, hard time love
In time love, love is on time love, long time love, all time love, all my love
Chorus: Lil Wayne
I want someone
Yeah
who’s there for me
Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, I need somebody, I need somebody, girl

Without a guarantee
Ooh, I need somebody, girl, ooh

How can I be there for me? Hmm
Yeah, ooh, yeah

Consistency
Is all I ever needed with you
Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh

And you put me through it
For a part time love, yeah, yeah, I need somebody

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novembro 20, 2023

2 Chainz, Lil Wayne – Scene 2: Duffle Bag Boys Lyrics

2 Chainz, Lil Wayne – Scene 2: Duffle Bag Boys ( Letra) Letra LilWayneVEVO 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne – Scene 2: Duffle Bag Boys ( Letra)
Woo, shit, I told you, these niggas is crazy (Let’s go, let’s go
Dope seller shootouts in broad day
This kid Tune lost his fuckin’ mind
Tattooed his forehead to his toes, man
Streets say he walkin’ around with a stick in his duffle bag
Ayy, and Slim, or “Toni” as the streets call him
Ridin’ around with a duffle bag full of work
Say, man, you got some of that shit?
Now go and get your money, little duffle bag boy
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novembro 20, 2023

2 Chainz, Lil Wayne, Rick Ross – Can’t Believe You Lyrics

2 Chainz, Lil Wayne, Rick Ross – Can’t Believe You ( Letra) Letra LilWayneVEVO 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne, Rick Ross – Can’t Believe You ( Letra)
Intro: 2 Chainz
I can’t believe you, mane
For real

Chorus: 2 Chainz
No, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t believe you (Yeah)
(You know I can’t, you know I can’t) I can’t believe you
No, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t believe you (Not gettin’ pussy ‘til you got money ass niggas)
(You know I can’t) I can’t believe you
I can’t, I can’t believe you
(You know I can’t, you know I can’t) I can’t believe you
No, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t believe you (You know I can’t, you know I can’t)
Verse 1: 2 Chainz
Uh
Rivalry appear, cauliflower his ear
Multi-task, count cash, drive dodgin’ a deal
The Moncler is clear, you can see the bodyguard
My circumference surrounded in fog, yеllow wrist corn on the cob
I know you was a façade, I know you want me starvе
I know you want me to bleed, I see the feign in your heart
Don’t know the pain in my heart, just see the paint on my cars
Know I’m the same as a king, know I’m the same as a god
Don’t have to say anything, they can still tell us apart
Know I’m not leavin’ my wife if they try to tear us apart
Know I’m not leavin’ this life is they try to make us abort
Kept callin’ 12 on us, know that that make us annoyed
Went to the mountain top with a shield, cross and a sword
Keep eatin’ rappers, so they say I’m a cannibal
Can’t blame me, I’ma hold ‘em accountable

Chorus: 2 Chainz
No, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t believe you (Yeah)
(You know I can’t, you know I can’t) I can’t believe you
No, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t believe you (Not gettin’ pussy ‘til you got money ass niggas, haha)
(You know I can’t) I can’t believe you
I can’t, I can’t believe you
(You know I can’t, you know I can’t) I can’t believe you
No, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t believe you (You know I can’t, you know I can’t)
Maybach Music
Verse 2: Rick Ross
Convictions will turn your common sense to commissary
Convinced that your co-defendants keep it honorary
Catchin’ the bus is where you had those conversations
Let’s patch our money up and drop a compilation (Huh)
Road to riches, niggas out rentin’ Rolls
Lackin’ mackin’ got these here niggas rentin’ hoes
Hustle backwards, movin’ mom into a rented home
You got some money, homie, but you did it wrong
You think of bitches as opportunities, money make
I look at blessings as lessons, and pray for one a day
Can’t believe all these niggas be sweet as funnel cake
I’m from the era of dope boys versus Ronald Reagan (M-M-M)
Eyes wide, on your back, breathin’ on the pavement
Shots fired half a block, played for the Lakers
Started as the shorties in the class misbehavin’ (Uh)
Another nigga dead just because he made it (Maybach Music)

Chorus: 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne
No, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t believe you (Yeah)
(You know I can’t, you know I can’t) I can’t believe you
No, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t believe you (Not gettin’ pussy ‘til you got money ass niggas, haha)
(You know I can’t) I can’t believe you
I can’t, I can’t believe you
(You know I can’t, you know I can’t) I can’t believe you
No, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t believe you (Collegrove, you know I can’t, you know I can’t, I can’t believe you)
Verse 3: Lil Wayne
Un-fuckin’-believable, I don’t fuckin’ believe in you
I’ll get you shot up in front of a cathedral, and in front of the media, that’s from me to you
Heard the feds been meetin’ you, a whole lot of shit that you’ve been agreein’ to
Who you speakin’ to? You foreign to me, nigga, that’s the European you
You should hate bein’ you, one of these choppa bullets’ll make three of you
Pull up in the vehicle, pow, pull off laughin’ lookin’ in the rear view
Ain’t no tellin’ what we’ll do when it’s them or me, him or me, or me or you
Watch how the semi do, it’ll turn the grizzly into Winnie Pooh, believe that
No Corona, I’ma pull up in a fuckin’ ski mask
Niggas rattin’ on us and I’m too grown to be a Chuck E. Cheese fan
He mad, smokin’ the strong, the blunt is longer than me hand, OG strains
Stay in my zone but sometimes known to freelance
Pecan skin tone, but redbone when she mad, and she can
And she can, watch the throne or kiss my royalty ass
I can’t believe you, quarterback to wide receiver
Can’t trust you far as I can throw you, far as I can see you
Un-fuckin’-believable, they don’t want the presence

Outro: 2 Chainz
I can’t, I won’t, I don’t, I ain’t gon’ believe you
I can’t, I can’t
I just can’t believe you
I can’t believe you

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novembro 13, 2023

Larry June, Cardo & 2 Chainz – Ocean Cuisine Lyrics

Larry June, Cardo & 2 Chainz – Ocean Cuisine ( Lyrics ) Letra Larry June Larry June, Cardo & 2 Chainz – Ocean Cuisine ( Lyrics )

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novembro 11, 2023

2 Chainz, Lil Wayne – Long Story Short Lyrics

2 Chainz, Lil Wayne – Long Story Short ( Lyrics ) Letra 2ChainzVEVO 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne – Long Story Short ( Lyrics )
This life gon’ be the death of me
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Blunt to my lips, gun on my
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Wake up, light the blunt up, put out ‘fore I fell asleep
My bitch look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I’m sellin’ keys
My dick feel like some therapy, ‘bout that life, I guarantee
You livin’ life vicariously, this life gon’ be the death of me

And she don’t care where I skeet, hit that ho from head to feet
She walk out here, she wearin’ me
I talk my shit, she smellin’ me
And all I hear is jealousy, I call them niggas jelly beans
Love my trigger finger so much, I bought her the wedding ring, yeah
Yeah, let’s get married
Cut off his head and the rest get buried
Cross on my head like a presbyterian
Tell ‘em he dead, I’ma say his parents
Tears get shed only if you carin’
Right on his head, see the red beam glarin’
Two twelve gauges like twenty four karats, hol’ up
Ain’t that a bitch, I might bang at your bitch
If I go at her neck, I’ma hand that lil’ bitch
Scope on the TEC and they carry that shit
I can hit you up from any range with that bitch
Got paper, got Dracos, case on the radar
You fuck on me wrong, I’ma bake your potato
I’m too sincere but you like a tornado
Pull out the twos and I’m landin’ on my ego
I buss down aqueno, fuck on a gay ho
Can’t find a straight a ho but I ain’t complainin’
That’s how my day go, I said, “Okay, ho”
I been on my J. O, I’m bendin’, she JLo
She been to Barbados, I take her to Caicos
All of this brain, she can get a bagel
All of that said, I can’t really stay though
I hop in the Lamb’ and crank it like Phabo, I’m gone

I make you come, you cannot leave, I drown my heart in kerosene
Eight plus off in parenting, get my kids damn near everything
‘Fore you get a wedding ring, better get her ass a belly ring
Soon as I start trappin’, man, my phone it wouldn’t even barely ring
I don’t compete but you can’t compete, plain Jane, Patek Phillippe
Out with my lady, we came to eat
My stomach, you think that it changed the beat
We on a date, makin’ rain some ones
They want no chain, but the chains gon’ come
Soon as I say it, it’s said and done
And my screensaver my favorite gun
I’m rockin’, I’m swervin’, I’m poppin’, detergent
Get money, it’s urgent, God bless her surgeon
I rub my hands, Birdman
Double cup lean here
I done been a weed man
It’s a blessing you ain’t dead
I keep it rollin’ like better believe then you better believe it
Ho bitin’ on my like every mosquito
I’m wearin’ shades, think I’m starin’ at people
I did the math and ain’t no way we equal
The Collegrove 2 and so this is the sequel, mm, mm
The Collegrove 2 and so this is the sequel

Blunt, blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Blunt, blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
This life gon’ be the death of me
Blunt, blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Blunt, blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
This life gon’ be the death of me

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novembro 4, 2023

2 Chainz, Lil Wayne – Presha Lyrics

2 Chainz, Lil Wayne – Presha (Cartoon Version) Letra Lil Wayne 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne – Presha Lyrics
Yo, this shit is unbelievable
Bangladesh

Pressure
Pressure
Pressure, pressure
Need some pressure
Need some pressure
This shit pressure

This shit pressure
Pressure
Two BBL, you know she extra
Know she extra
Got that stank walk, but clean as a whistle
Whistle
In the kitchen, scale, fork, and a pistol
And a pistol
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah, we cookin’ now
Cookin’ now
You know this shit pressure, ‘cause they lookin’ now
They lookin’ now
Say look out for me, but they wasn’t lookin’ out
Lookin’ out
Got your shit together suki, suki now
Suki, suki now
More refills on me, you know we lit, lit
Lit, lit
They gon’ run this back just like a pick six
Pick six
I done fell in love with a thick bitch
Thick bitch
I done fell in love with a rich bitch
Go 2
Shawty know she pressure, talkin’ high blood
High blood
Put two girls together like a hybrid
Like a hybrid
You know I been trappin’ since the dial-up
Dial-up
If they gon’ hate, then let ‘em hate, the money pile up
Woo
When your friend call, say, “Hello, pressure speakin'”
Pressure speakin’
Towel under door, but the pressure reakin’
Yeah
I done took a shroom with the 42
Shit
I done start whistlin’ like 42
Shit

Pressure
Pressure
Pressure, pressure
Need some pressure
Need some pressure
This shit pressure

Uh, pressure busts pipes, the weapons talk nice
I only bust twice, ‘cause I’m so precise
The foreign run nice, I’m whorin’ all night
I don’t handcuff her, and I read her her rights
I’m on that pressure, she on that bass
I’m on that treble, I’m on her level
She say her brother, he got them birds
We ruffle his feathers
Watch what you tell us, pressure cooker
Extra hard got my section full of
Smokin’ dope, you can smell the boogers
Break your nose like Devin Booker
And all my hoes some second lookers
And I got bros with extra blickers
And I got Nina and I got Maggie
And they both got extra sisters
I be puttin’ pressure on the plug
I get treated special by the plug
The feds puttin’ pressure on me
But I don’t even sweat in hot tubs
I be puttin’ pressure on my lungs
I’ma fill the whole blunt with pressure
Like a stack of a hundred ones
You still will fold under pressure, lil’ bitch

Pressure
Yeah
Pressure
Yeah
Pressure, pressure
Yeah, yeah
Need some pressure
Yeah, yeah
Need some pressure, pressure
Yeah
This shit pressure
Lil’ bitch

This shit pressure
Pressure
Two BBL, you know she extra
Extra
Got that stank walk, but clean as a whistle
Whistle
In the kitchen, scale, fork, and a pistol
Pistol
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah, we cookin’ now
We cookin’ now
You know this shit pressure, ‘cause they lookin’ now
They lookin’ now
Say look out for me, but they wasn’t lookin’ out
Wasn’t lookin’ out
Got your shit together suki, suki now
Suki, suki now

Pressure, pressure
Suki, suki now
Pressure, pressure
Suki, suki now
Pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure
Suki, suki now
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dezembro 31, 2016

Throw Myself A Party (Letra) – Cashmere Cat feat. Starrah, 2 Chainz e Tory Lanez

Throw Myself A Party (Letra) – Cashmere Cat feat. Starrah, 2 Chainz e Tory Lanez
Letras da musica:

Sip, sip, sip, sip, yeah
Grab my bottle, take a big sip
Grab my bottle, take a big sip
Sip, sip, sip, sip, yeah
Grab my bottle, take a big sip

I just wanna get drunk and throw myself a party
I’ve been juuging for some months, time to throw myself a party
Roll my green up with some blunts and throw myself a party
Bad bitches turning up, time to throw myself a party
I’ve been working hard, now it’s time to go in
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party
Young and living large, baby, yeah you know it
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party

12 months straight, no sleep
Sipping lean, still no sleep
Party hard till the sun creep
Making money niggas don’t sleep
Turn your bitch into a super freak
Said she only had one drink
Blow her line up, she gon’ let the phone ring-ring-ring
Calling all her friends, they wan’ get it in
Tell ‘em it’s about to get lit, yeah they know it’s about to get lit
20 bitches on the hit list
I want all her friends, down to get it in
Yeah they know it’s ‘bout to get lit
Yeah they know it’s ‘bout to get lit
Grab my bottle, take a big sip
Sip, sip, sip, sip, yeah
Grab my bottle, take a big sip

Another party, ‘nother Ferrari
I stretch the truth like pilates
See all of my hoes exotic
None of your hoes invited
When I meet her in the lobby
If she ain’t fucking then I leave her in the lobby
I fuck the bitch if she pigeon toed
Using my belt for a mistle toe
I used to bet on the telephone
I done made love in a vehicle
This right here, this is your anthem
Throw a party in the mansion
Throw a party in a trap house
Drink something then pass out
2 Chainz, tru

So tell me am I wrong?
Cause I think every girl in here just wanna fuck me
Off Patron, spilling what I’m sipping on these Balmain jeans
Maybe we should have a party
Like where the fuck my bitches tonight?
And where the fuck my liquor tonight?
Tell the waitress we ain’t tip unless she get it right
So get that liquor, come here shawty

(I just wanna get drunk)
And throw myself a party
I’ve been juuging for some months, time to throw myself a party
Roll my green up with some blunts and throw myself a party
Bad bitches turning up, time to throw myself a party
I’ve been working hard, now it’s time to go in
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party
Young and living large, baby, yeah you know it
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party

Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Throw myself a party

dezembro 31, 2016

Shake It For Me (Letra) – Austin Mahone feat. 2 Chainz

Shake It For Me (Letra) – Austin Mahone feat. 2 Chainz
Letras da musica:
In the night when the sun goes down
And your wild side comes out
Baby, that’s when you shake it for me
Soon as that door’s shuts
Turn the bed to a club
Baby, that’s when you shake it for me

Fingers on your clothes, girl
I been thinking that you always worked out
Living in LA now
But I swear you move like you come from the south
When we getting private
You show me tricks you don’t show no one else
I wonder where you learned that
Want you to show me

Oh I can tell that you’re a pro girl ‘cause you do it right
Then you become an other person when I hit the lights
I could’ve sworn you were a dancer in another life
I gotta know, I gotta know

‘Cause in the night when the sun goes down
And your wild side comes out
Baby, that’s when you shake it for me
Soon as that door’s shuts
Turn the bed to a club
Baby, that’s when you shake it for me
And you go up and you come down
You turn around and then you poke it out for me
When you get my love and your body erupt
Baby, that’s when you shake it for me

Shake it like a tambourine, girl
You see only you do that things you do
In and outta jeans, girl
Makes no difference to me to see you outta tune
It’s gotta be magic
Some type of illusion, baby
I wonder where you learned that
Want you to show me

Oh I can tell that you’re a pro girl ‘cause you do it right
Then you become an other person when I hit the lights
I could’ve sworn you were a dancer in another life
I gotta know, I gotta know

(Yeah, 2 Chainz):::
Turn the bedroom to a nightclub
I got idea, yes a light bulb
Then I lay back, let you get on top
See if you can join the bike club
First you told me you don’t like clubs
Unless you see it’s the right one
Outta all the girls that left
I’m starting to think you’re the right one
We make a movie and sequel
We don’t need siskle and eber
I’m like an eagle that’s eager
I turn to a beast when I need you
Wait ‘til the dark when I see you

outubro 21, 2016

Ounces Back (Letra) – 2 Chainz

Ounces Back (Letra) – 2 Chainz
Letras da musica:
I told her bounce it back
I told her ounces back
I told her bounce it back
You been sellin’ drugs for years
Ain’t got a bird, nigga
You been sellin’ weed, nigga
You ain’t a plug, nigga

You know I’m different from them
I’m from a different cloth
I got a nina ross
9th grade, gettin’ paid
Sunshine, no shade
All day, errday
Southwest atlanta, a
Okay
Let me start, nigga
Apartment baby, I can’t deny
Transparent, see through it
I like it then I buy
Seen through you niggas like ziplocs
Gucci be all on my flip flops
Had me more white than a avalanche
I put that gas in a turkey bag

I’m back to my condo on jupiter
You must have forgot I had it
You already know what I’m mad at
I’m wearin’ hermes as a habit
And I got that hat and the rabbit
So now that we got it established
Who want a gunfight?
Slung it from left right
Back on my bullshit, it ain’t nothin’ nice
Ain’t sacrifice, went saks twice
That’s how I feel, young nigga, yooung
Okay, I’m back… where they at?
Yo, skooly, my nigga
What we gon’ do on these niggas?
Rockin’ medusa on niggas
Quality tru
My cousin coolin’, meant to say
My bousin boolin’
Goat had them units, goat had that cookie
I had a plug on it, I brought the kush in
See I wanna rub on it, I miss that pussy
And I’ll beat that pussy, friendly reminder
Don’t let me find you, I creep up behind you
I give you the heimlich
You think it’s the heimlich
Then I’ma g5 it, just switched the climate
And this is bvlgari, and no I’m not sorry
I’ma get married at benihana’s
Have the reception at follie’s

I told her ounces back
I told her bounce it back
I told her ounces back
I told her bounce it back
You been sellin’ drugs for years
Ain’t got a bird, nigga
You been sellin’ weed, nigga
You ain’t a plug, nigga
I told her ounces back
I told her bounce it back
I told her ounces back
I told her bounce it back
You been sellin’ drugs for years
Ain’t got a bird, nigga
You been sellin’ weed, nigga
You ain’t a plug, nigga

outubro 12, 2016

Whip & a Chain – 2 Chainz

Whip & a Chain – 2 Chainz
Letras da musica:
I want a whip and a chain
I want a whip and a chain
I want a whip and a chain
Why they done switched up the game?
I want a whip and a chain
Hustled for whips and a chain
I want a whip and a chain
Yeah we don’t see it the same
This is a new generation
We ain’t scared of shit
We ain’t beg for shit
There’s niggas dead for this
I want a whip and a chain
Hustled for whips and a chain
I want a whip and a chain
Yeah we don’t see it the same

Hustle in rollie
You know it’s time for that
Broken taillight, you can die for that
Ain’t no (?):::, ain’t no hidin’ that
Might put the whip and park that
Might walk around in camoflauge, strapped
Bitch poppin’ like bra straps
Only kappa steps with a signed petition
Told the governor to revise the system
My auntie, she reside in prison
Damn near did thirty flat
Nigga round here playin’ with kids
Get out and go to baby gap
Can’t respect it, won’t respect it
Got ejected, check the checklist
Don’t expect to get on the guest list
Got a necklace on a necklace

I want a whip and a chain
I want a whip and a chain
I want a whip and a chain
Why they done switched up the game?
I want a whip and a chain
Hustled for whips and a chain
I want a whip and a chain
Yeah we don’t see it the same
This is a new generation
We ain’t scared of shit
We ain’t beg for shit
There’s niggas dead for this
I want a whip and a chain
Hustled for whips and a chain
I want a whip and a chain
Yeah we don’t see it the same

1831 Exodus, prejudice, represent
Heaven-sent, hell-bound
Jail-bound, necklace, hecklers, death wish
Yeah, preachin’ today and kill you tonight
Nobody care how I’m feelin’ tonight
This how I move in the middle of the night
Got all my people to get up and fight
Guess I’ma be the new villain tonight
Liftin’ the spirits to biblical heights
I talk to christ so I’m feelin’ him right
Nat with the turner, that don’t concern you
Stick it inside you, then I’ma turn you
Then I’ma learn you, then I’ma burn you
I got it on me like it’s a thermal