2 Chainz - Kingpen Ghostwriter (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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2 Chainz - Kingpen Ghostwriter (en) Lyrics
- This shit hard buddah
I'm finna put that motherfucking
Heroin flow on that motherfucker
though
(Buddah bless this beat) tony
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
On concrete I tap, yeah
Water on the neck,
ain't tap, yeah
Alkaline white strap,
yeah (strap)
Vvs's, she got a bust down, she
bust it down like she naked
And the trappin' hot (hot), told
her, "come and dance" (dance)
Didn't have no ac on, all we
had was only fans (woo)
Pinky ring summer (summer),
limousine, uh-uh (uh-uh)
Got the maybach truck, bought
the maybach car a partner
You ain't seen what I done seen,
these lizzy cost at least a g
Gangsta music like eazy-e's, 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, uh
Gucci shorts,
gucci socks 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, used
the stove to get warm
My lil' nigga down bad, he
supposed to be home
Stuck around for too long,
was 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'
Five mil' in blue, let 'em
know I ain't playin'
Back of 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?
Ain't had nothing to do
with that (with that)
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