2 Chainz - Kingpen Ghostwriter (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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2 Chainz - Kingpen Ghostwriter (en) Lyrics
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This shit hard buddah
I’m finna put that motherfucking heroin
flow on this motherfucker though
Toni
Money comin’, comin’ in a hurry niggas
on the run eatin’ like nori
Sound like a kingpin but writing
for me got my first
plug out in California
Yeah yeah, pesos stack, yeah
yeah, Dior hat, yeah yeah
Opp got whacked, yeah yeah, ain’t had
nothing to do with that, yeah
My fleet orange and black, yeah,
I’m concrete on tap, yeah
Water on the neck, ain’t tap, yeah
I go around with my strap, yeah
VVS’s, she got her bust down, she
bust it down like she naked
In the trap, it hot, told
her, “Come and dance”
Didn’t have no AC on, all
we had was OnlyFans
Pinky ring, summer limousine, uh huh
Got the Maybach truck
Bought the Maybach car a partner
Ya ain’t seen what I done seen, these
gleezys cost at least a G
Gangsta music like Eazy-E
When it come to trappin’, I’m 23
Moon walkin’ like “Billie Jean”
My pistol boss, my kitchen clean
Everything got cut throat like
a razor blade and amphetamine
Gucci shorts and Gucci
socks are showin’
I hit Derrick for a box of ones
Hit Allure, let the thots have fun
He acting like me, that is not my son
He might be the two but
he is not the one
This shit that I do, it is not for fun
Everybody gon’ go, you is not the car
Rockin’ ice like I’m tryna
get a knot on my arm
We got sticks in this bitch,
we don’t got no alarm
When the heat didn’t work, we
used the stove to get warm
My lil nigga down bad, he
supposed to be home
Fuck around for too long,
I’m supposed to be gone
Let them folks do you wrong,
you supposed to be strong
If I had to, I still could
go and post in my zone
I got some houses to trap out,
I got a ho house to stay at
Too hard, you know how I play it
I don’t gotta tell ’em, they
know what I’m sayin’
5 mill in blue, let them
know I ain’t playin’
Back in the ‘Bach gettin’
head while I lay there
You wanna fuck with a
nigga, just say that
McLaren fast, it belong
on the race track
None of that bullshit, you
know I ain’t play that
I had to clean up, who come
through and spray that?
Opp got whacked, yeah yeah, ain’t
had nothing to do with that
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