2 Chainz - Hot Wings (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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2 Chainz - Hot Wings (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
I'm the big homie now
Don't forget that
I got my spawn Louis Vutton
Truck in the front, what
are you doing?
I look so good, don't call me 'Unc'
She wanna suck, this ain't a Buick
I pull it up, they wanna fuck
We gon' get high, what are we doing?
I got some Peres, I got a pound
I got a crib, let's go get to it
I got a semi, I got a Draco
Word to my family
Straight out of Caico
Thought I was sweet
Just like a Faygo
But I had killers
All on my payroll
Watch how I move
Just like it rayon
64 chains, just like the crayons
I bought a hat, the one
with the 'A' on it
Pulled out my dick, told
her to stay on it
I had a paper tag on three of'em
I had the top dropped
with the free on it
I told 'em deuce, one like Deion
I say "Deuce, one, like Deion"
I go Bruce Wayne on you peon's
I fuck with the Falcon's, true (True)
Have more sacks than a lineman
I should'a got a Heisman too
Nigga, huh, shoot 'cause
they hikin' that (Hike)
Check like a Nike hat (Yup)
I got the Midas pack, (Ugh)
Told the bitch "Quiet relax" (Ugh)
I got my hoe on the other line
I'm not bitchpolar, but borderline
I just might switch lanes
Drop 'em off, go back, get fried
That's all she want, hot wings
Bitch, you fuckin' for some hot wings
Bitch, you fuckin' for American Deli
Bitch, you fuckin' for some ice cream
She just want her a twenty piece
All flats with the lemon pepper
I was the first one to put
her in a first class
Bitch, get your shit together
Bitch ain't never flown before
Bitch tried to come through security
With some tennis shoes on, hoe
Take the shit off, bitch
Real, big, big, boss
music (Boss music)
Big boss music
Big boss, big, big boss music (Boss)
That big boss music
Big, big, big boss music
You better get used to it
Ain't no failin' off, nigga
goin' straight up
1 need a raise, ain't takin' pay cuts
100 for a verse, 100 for a show
Every ten, a mil on the low
I'm all 'bout the bag
No need to brag (Brag)
Ring costs a Jag (Jag)
Dreads to the back like a shag (Shag)
Smoke you like cig in the mag
I'm all over that
They callin' me Flair
They callin' me DiBiase
My girl ballin', Taurasi
2 Chainz, time Versaci
They don't sell 'em in Foot Locker
Curve game on BluBlocker
Southside with a F
F stand for a few options
Dealership, I don't do auctions
Fuck clothes, I need a new closet
My new watch is moonwalkin'
This somethin' she don't do often
Real, big, big, boss music (Yeah)
Big boss, big, big boss music
(I'm the big homie now)
Big, big, big boss music
(I'm the big homie)
Big, big, big boss music (I'm
the big homie now, yeah)
(I'm the big homie now, yeah)
(I'm the big homie now)
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