2 Chainz - Feds Watching (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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2 Chainz - Feds Watching (en) Lyrics
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Tomorrow, tomorrow
Ain't no such thing as tomorrow
The way we living today
Dreads hang on designer everything
Mr. Comme des Garçons,
Mr. Alexander Wang
Mr. Chain, pinky ring, flow
insane, ho insane
Man, these shoes I got on these
are hardest I've done seen
It look clean where you pour
I remix it make it dirty
If she got good head and text me I
text back and tell her "hurry"
It's that category 5 when I
walk up in the strip club
Throw it high, make you and George
Washington head butt
OG's never fed us, now
young niggas fed up
Ballin' so hard I deserve a and one
Baking Soda marketing, I'm getting
it ain't I? Obviously.
You a bitch, you a ho, that's
just my philosophy
And I'm known to kick it like
the captain of a soccer team
Billie Jean red leather
same color red lobster
And she brain wash ya, head doctor
I be fresh as hell if
the Feds watching
I'm a be fresh as hell
if the Feds watching
Drop top, head bobbing
Grams to Grammy's, two guns Yosemite
Niggas put their Glock on your
ass, fuck that Heather B
Pumping that amphetamine,
all this D I'm peddling
I be somewhere settling, somewhere
that you have never been
To the top you never been, you
might need a respirator
Money on the rise like I'm
counting on a elevator
You gon' need a detonator swimming
with them barracudas
Put the rocket on that motherfuckin
prosecutor
This Armani, this Givenchy,
I parachute you
I'm so fly I jumped out the air
wearin Gucci (Tell 'em!)
I'm raw, talking California Rolls
Smoking California weed with
California hoes (Truu!)
Sending flicks to my partners
in the state pen
I just got some pants made
out off snake skin
See them shades you got
on call Ray-Bans
And the shades I got on
cost eight band (damn)
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