2 Chainz - Long Story Short (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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2 Chainz - Long Story Short (en) Lyrics
This life gon' be
the death of me
(Blunt to my lips,
gun on my hip)
(Blunt to my lips,
gun on my)
Wake up
Light the blunt I put out
‘fore I fell asleep
My bitch look like
she cherokee
My crib look like
I'm sellin ki's
My dick feel like
some therapy
Bout that life, I guarantee
You livin' life vicariously
And she don't care
where I skeet
Hit that hoe from hella 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 jellybeans
Love my trigger
finger so much
I bought it a wedding ring
Yeah, yeah
Let's get married
Cut off his head and the
rest get buried
Crossin' my head
like a presbyterian
Tell him he dead and
upset his parents
Tears get shed only
if you caring
Right on his head, see
the red beam blaring
Two twelve gauges like
twenty four karats
Hold up
Ain't that a bitch I might
bang at ya bitch
If I go at her neck, I might
hang that lil bitch
Scope on the tec, and it
came with that shit
I could hit you up from any
range with that bitch
Got papers on draco, a
case on the radar
You fuck with me wrong
ima bake your potato
I twist his head up just
like a tornado
Pull out the toast I'm
like “leggo my eggo”
I bust down a quaalude
Fuck on a gay hoe
Can't find a straight hoe
but I ain't complainin'
That's how my day go
I said “okay, hoe”
I been on my jay, hoe
I'm ben and she j-lo
She been to barbados
I take her to caicos
All of this bread and she
can't get a bagel
All of that said, I can't
really stay though
I hop in the lamb, and
crank it like fabo
I wake up
I make you cum,
you cannot leave
I drown my heart in kerosene
A+ 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 stopped
trappin' man
My phone
it wouldn't even barely ring
Ion compete,
but you can't compete
Plain janes, patek philippe
I'm with my lady,
we came to eat
My stomach, you'd think that
it changed the beat
We on a date,
make it rain some ones
They want no change, but
the change 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 hand bird man
Double cup, lean head
I done been the weed man
It's a blessing yeen dead
I keep it rolling
like paraplegic
I'm better, believe it
You better believe it
Hoe biting on me
like every mosquito
I'm wearing shades, think
I'm staring at people
I did the math and ain't
no way we equal
This collegrove two and
so this is the sequel
(Blunt, blunt to my lips,
gun on my hip)
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