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09.04.2021

Momma I Hit a Lick



[Intro: Kendrick Lamar]
I want it, I want it, I want it-it-it-it
 
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & 2 Chainz]
Chilly, chilly, chilly, chilly (Yeah, what?)
Wake up, Count Chilly (What?)
I'm up, Count Chilly (Up)
Tell my mama I hit a lick
Tell my mama I hit a lick (Lick)
Huh, mama, I hit a lick
Mama, I hit a lick
 
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
I’m comin', baby, send the address
Progress, never digress (Never)
Your last one didn't pass the fly test (Test)
I eat rappers, no digest
Fuck a piece, I want the whole pie graph (Yeah)
Money taller than a giraffe (Tall)
Feng shui by the mic stand
Have you ever had two one-night stands? (Have you ever?)
I’m a emperor, very sinister
Somewhere smokin' on indica (Mmm)
Fox on me like Vivica (Mmm)
I pray for before meals, spiritual
Wack ace, bet a big face (Yeah)
They want my spot, they wanna switch place (Yeah)
They want the gas, wanna sip Ace (Yeah)
Baow, baow, straight to the face (Bow)
I'm takin' my lawyer the whole briefcase (Whole)
Makin' a play in the police face
They was like, 'Man, he fresh'
I was like, 'Go, DJ' (Go)
When they played your new shit
I was like, 'No, DJ' (No)
You can go on and skip that
I buy a house and flip that
 
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & 2 Chainz]
Chilly, chilly (Chilly), chilly (Chilly), chilly (Count it)
Wake up, Count Chilly
I'm up, Count Chilly
Tell my mama I hit a lick (Hit it)
Tell my mama I hit a lick
Huh, mama, I hit a lick (Huh)
Mama, I hit a lick
 
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar & 2 Chainz]
(Ahh)
Fall off in this bitch, I ball off in this bitch
My commas hit the floor, you crawl off in this bitch
I threw a hundred more, you stall off in this bitch
And then I vámonos, applaud me in this bitch
C-notes, B-notes, P-notes all up in this bitch
Man, y'all not in this bitch, y'all are not familiar
Y’all are immigrants, the law not in this bitch, I
Fuck the opp, no competitor
Got into it with my bitch last night
She was right, but I had to get at her
Two popped bands and they dance on my waist
Hit the face, that’s the editor
I don't take pics on a jet, lil nigga
This shit regular, G5s all in my backyard
Sit you roody-poos in the nosebleed
Now my pockets holding big protein
Big, big protein (Protein)
I leveled up past Fab Five
Your favorite rapper Desperate Housewives
Playin’ with me get you chastised
Milk 'em all 'til I'm satisfied
They didn’t fall for it, strategize
Switch the flow 'cause they know niggas like identity theft
Oh, you got like me? (Say less)
Oh, you pop like me? (Say less)
Mask keep a nigga (In check)
Huh, swag keep a nigga (With checks)
Huh, tags on my wall (Success)
Huh, played the underdog, now flex (Now flex)
 
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & 2 Chainz]
Chilly (Chilly), chilly (Chilly), chilly (Chilly), chilly (Chilly)
Wake up, Count Chilly
I'm up, Count Chilly
Tell my mama I hit a lick (Lick)
Tell my mama I hit a lick
Mama, I hit a lick
Mama, I hit a lick
 
[Outro: 2 Chainz]
Mama, I hit a lick
Mama, I hit a lick
 

01.03.2019

Rule the World

[Intro: Ariana Grande & 2 Chainz]
Yeah
Uh-huh
(Hitmaka)
2 Chainz
 
[Chorus: Ariana Grande & 2 Chainz]
Top down on the Dawn like I'm used to it (Yeah)
Prayin' you make it home like I'm used to it
Prayin' you make it home, I got used to it (Used to it)
Prayin' you make it home like I'm used to it
Top down on the Dawn like I'm used to it
Prayin' you make it home, I got used to it
Prayin' you make it home like I'm used to it
I realized we could rule the world
I realized we could rule the world (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
 
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Yeah
Fell in love with a real one, this a dedication (Wow)
Had 'em patiently waitin' for a revelation
Even when I ain't around, ain't no separation
Your skin's smooth, your eyes brown and you're far from basic
Then we go to different places with no suitcases (Wow)
But when we come back, we got suitcases (Yeah)
Right now I use love for a medication (Love)
Back in the day I'd shoot Cupid with no hesitation (Bow, bow)
I got more than 40 acres for my reparations
Pussy on my navigation, that's my destination (Tell 'em)
Please don't never tell on me, baby (Never tell)
That mean don't call 12 on me, baby (Don't call 12)
As long as the meal prepared for me, baby (It's prepared)
The mills I prepare, I share with you, baby (Share)
Of course they gon' like this shit, look at it (Look)
Everybody ain't happy, then look at me
 
[Chorus: Ariana Grande & 2 Chainz]
Top down on the Dawn like I'm used to it (Used to it)
Prayin' you make it home like I'm used to it
Prayin' you make it home, I got used to it
Prayin' you make it home like I'm used to it (Yeah)
Top down on the Dawn like I'm used to it
Prayin' you make it home, I got used to it (Wow)
Prayin' you make it home like I'm used to it (Wow, tell 'em, baby)
I realized we could rule the world
I realized we could rule the world (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
 
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Why don't we ride four deep
Rode so far, we on E
She on E, she on me (Yeah, yeah)
Let's try that way... okay
Shawty came in, walkin' like a model
Shaped like a bottle
She know if she mess with me, it's gon' be trouble
I'ma bust that bubble
I'ma always love her, mess up all the covers (Yeah, yeah)
Watch me break it down like a foldin' chair
See me in the Chain Reactions, I got 40 pair
Sorry I ain't answer the phone, I was slappin' ass
Last night ain't answer, I was pullin' hair
Y'all know me, so lowkey
All this ice on, I got cold feet
My shawty bad, she a trophy
She like to lay on me and call me cozy (Yeah)
 
[Chorus: Ariana Grande & 2 Chainz]
Top down on the Dawn like I'm used to it
Prayin' you make it home like I'm used to it
Prayin' you make it home, I got used to it (Pray for me)
Prayin' you make it home like I'm used to it (Alright)
Top down on the Dawn like I'm used to it (Skrrt)
Prayin' you make it home, I got used to it (Skrrt)
Prayin' you make it home like I'm used to it
I realized we could rule the world
I realized we could rule the world (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
 
[Outro: 2 Chainz & Ariana Grande]
Skrrt (Yeah)
Yeah
I'ma trap it out one way or another (Yee)
Yeah (Oh)
One thing about love, they say it's blind
No matter where you're from
You gon' bump into it one day
Tru
 
13.01.2019

Hot Wings

[Intro]
(Hit-Boy)
I'm the big homie now
Don't forget that, I'm the big homie now
 
[Verse 1]
I got my spunk, Louie Vuitton
Truck in the front, what're you doin'?
I look so good, don't call me Unc'
She wanna suck, this ain't a Buick
I pull it up, they wanna fuck
We gon' get high, what're we doing?
I got some Perc, I got a pound
I got a crib, let's go get to it
I got a semi, I got a Draco
Word to my family, straight outta ClayCo
Thought I was sweet, just like a Faygo
But I had killers all on my payroll
Watch how I move, just like it Rayon
64 Chainz, just like the crayons
I bought a hat, the one with the A on it
Pulled out my dick, told her to stay on it
I had a paper tag on three of 'em
I had the top dropped with the friends
I told 'em deuce, one like Deion
I say deuce, one like Deion
I go Bruce Wayne on you peons
Shit, I fuck with the Falcons, true (True)
Had more sacks than a lineman
I shoulda got a Heisman too, nigga, ha
Shit, shoot 'cause they hikin' that, hike
Check like a Nike hat, yup
I got the Midas pack, uh
Told the bih 'Quiet, relax,' uh
I got my ho on the other line
I'm not bipolar, but borderline
I just might switch lanes, drop her off
Go back, get fried
That's all she want, hot wings
Bitches fuckin' for some hot wings
Bitches fuckin' for American Deli
Bitches fuckin' for some eye cream
She just want her twenty piece
All flats with the lemon pepper
I was the first one to put her in the first class
Bitch, get your shit together
 
[Chorus]
Bitch ain't never flown before
Bitch tried to come through security
With some tennis shoes on, ho
Take the shit off, bitch
Real big, big boss music (Boss music)
Big boss music
Big boss, big, big boss music (Boss)
That big boss music, big, big, big, big boss music
That big boss music, big, big, big, big boss music
Big boss music
Big, big, big boss music
Big boss music
Big, big, big boss music
Big boss music
 
[Verse 2]
You better get used to it
Ain't no falling off, niggas goin' straight up
You better get used to it
I need a raise, I ain't taking paycuts
You better get used to it
100 for a verse, 100 for a show
You better get used to it
Every ten a mill', on the low
I'm all about the bag, no need to brag
Ring cost a Jag, dreads to the back like a shag
Smoke you like SIG in the mag
I'm all over that
They callin' me Flair
They callin' me DiBiase
My girl ballin, Taurasi
2 Chainz, time Versaci
They don't sell 'em in Foot Locker
Curve game on BluBlocker
Southside with a F
F stand for a few options
Dealership, I don't do auctions
Fuck clothes, I need a new closet
My new watch is moonwalkin'
This somethin' she don't do often
 
[Chorus]
Bitch ain't never flown before (Uh)
Bitch tried to come through security
With some tennis shoes on, ho
Take the shit off, bitch
Real big, big boss music (Yeah)
Big boss music
Big boss, big, big boss music (I'm the big homie now)
That big boss music, big, big, big, big boss music
(I'm the big homie)
That big boss music, big, big, big, big boss music
Big boss music
Big, big, big boss music (Big, big)
Big boss music
Big, big, big boss music (I'm the big homie now)
Big boss music (Yeah)
 
[Outro]
I'm the big homie now, yeah
I'm the big homie now