Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 2 of Everything, artist - 2 Chainz. Date of issue: 13.07.2013
Song language: English
2 of Everything |
| Karate kid bitch, I got a lot of kick |
| Smoking on that president, no politic |
| Some niggas getting rich, ain’t got no common sense |
| I woke up this morning I might buy your biz |
| If she look, look, look she get took, took |
| Two cups, two blunts longer than your foot |
| Hair long, money long, everything long |
| I’m a rapper so I fucked her with my chains on |
| James Bond swag, check my watch and swerve |
| Need a clock on my rims so they can watch the curve |
| I am high, so high I need a skyrocket |
| And it look like a phonebook in my pocket |
| Two cups, two blunts |
| I am high, so high I need a skyrocket |
| Yeah, it’s 2 A.M. |
| and I’m swishing through like two lanes |
| Got two dames and they only in a two things |
| Got drugs and sex, and yeah, they want it in like two ways |
| Enough to go around, they on that head like toupee |
| Young nigga, but I’m O. G |
| Like broke chain in two ways |
| You acting, I’m flexing |
| Get lost bitch, like loose change |
| Brought the son of a bitch that rock two chains |
| Got diamonds all on my tooth, hey |
| It’s axed out, you assed out, for fashions I cast out |
| I hit the runway, tell the cameraman to pose me up |
| A couple bands every time a blogger post me up |
| (bandz a make her dance) |
| She wanna day when I go and eat that girl for lunch |
| Get two of this, cop two of those and doubles, that’s my blunt |
| Man, we loose, lock the door |
| Kick it like I’m wearing soccer clothes |
| Flex, nigga, stop and pose |
| I don’t rap, I do rock’n’roll |
| If she loud then she got to go |
| Hoover Dam can’t stop the flow |
| Yeah, I’m popping, ho |
| Just put it in your mouthlike a popsicle |
| Colder than an icicle, I ride on this beat like a bicycle |
| Chase ‘em in a mouse hole |
| Fuck you wearing, nigga, South Pole? |
| Take two shots of this Patron |
| And take two hits of this bomb dro |
| I’ll leave you John Doe or drop you off in the Congo |
| Last of the Mohicans, shout out to my Puerto Ricans |
| Trinidad Jame$ flow ‘cause right now nigga I’m geekin' |
| Sweeping you shall find a hope, you find wherever you seeking |
| Two cups, two blunts, two mollys and it’s turnt up all the way season |
| Flex |
| I fly so high I need a skyrocket |