Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Someone 2 Luv , by - 2 Chainz. Release date: 05.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Someone 2 Luv |
| I had to give these hoes |
| I had to give these hoes someone to love |
| I said I had to give these hoes |
| I had to give these hoes someone to love |
| This what I’m doin' |
| This what I’m doin', it’s easier than drugs |
| I said this what I’m doin' |
| This what I’m doin', it’s easier than drugs |
| From a P in the pot |
| Type of nigga, used to sleep on a cot |
| Type of nigga, used to get it and go |
| You the type that sold a ki to a cop |
| Type of nigga, have your bitch in my spot |
| I’m the type to tie her feet in a knot |
| Type of nigga, turned a dream to a G |
| Type of nigga, turned that G to a drop |
| Turn around and take a P on the lot |
| Used to say, «Give me codeine on the rocks» |
| Used to say, «Kiss it one time"cause that coochie was stankin' |
| I sprayed some Febreze on the box, weed in my socks |
| Picture of me with a block on the block |
| Picture me rollin' |
| If I get gunned down today |
| Your picture they gon' be holdin' |
| Pick up the paper, custodian |
| Your bitch about to get stolen, now it is a wrap |
| Talkin' aluminum foil |
| Tat-tat-tat-tat, what the fuck? |
| Shoot a nigga playin' tough |
| Show me a bitch that is loyal |
| I could sell her desert soil |
| Love me or love me not |
| You cannot go to my mama’s spot |
| I’m the type to put the ki on the block |
| I’m the type to be the king of the spot |
| Push button, ain’t no key for the drop |
| Tatted my body, I think that I’m Pac |
| Got these bitches fallin' through to give me the box |
| Bet you niggas wonder how I did it |
| Fell in love with sellin' drugs and then I went and got a plug |
| And I made a little bit of money, spendin' hundred thousand limits |
| I had to give these hoes |
| I had to give these hoes someone to love |
| Took them 5s and 10s and 20s, added it up |
| Took them 50s, 100s, then I went to the club |
| They can see what I’m doin' |
| See what I’m doin', it’s easier than drugs |
| In the kitchen water whippin', flippin' pigeons |
| Double the digits, the blue money come |
| Got the Forgiatto on that new Gallardo |
| Blowin' avocado, ridin' through Chicago |
| Got the double cup and lean in baby bottle |
| Got the shooters with me, black Mercedes follow |
| Shoe cost a bando |
| Rest in peace ‘Nando |
| My bitch came from Cuba, the weed from Cali |
| But my plug Mexicano |
| I do this shit for my people now |
| They say young Skay got the ether now |
| I’m sellin' this shit like illegal now |
| I’m comin' back to the teacher now |
| We’re not the same, I’m a creature now |
| Came a long way from them Regals now |
| How he hop out of two seaters now? |
| That’s what them bitches be sayin' |
| That’s what them niggas be sayin' |
| But hate is an ugly trait |
| You want somethin' salty go shit in your hand |
| Shout out to Cap and his bitch |
| He got me whippin' my wrist in a Glad |
| Look like I’m whippin' my wrist in a Glad |
| All yellow Rollie, is piss on my hand |
| I never listen to man |
| God told me «give 'em the truth», I’ve just been spittin' the truth |
| That shit you’re spittin' ain’t true |
| I’m just a product, can prove |
| I’m somethin' ill in the booth |
| I’m known to kill in the booth, I’m known to spill in the booth |
| See I keep it better, I’ll never talk to a pillar |
| And I cannot talk to these niggas, so |