Lyrics:
(Chorus)
3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door
3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door
6 million ways to die so I chose
3 2 murder 1 lyric at your door
Verse 1
the game I play 2 win
Live on Nawfside in a bando in a BANDEMIC makin' bands
I done seen all kinda shit, I been blocced by many hoes
Niggas be hatin
on a murder
I mean, takin life 'for life, cause it's right
Shit, niggas gotta do, to earn they stripes, straight merkin'
[Chorus: x2]
It's some gangsta
n****
Lt Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers
Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be
Juicy J and Trina bitch
[Hook]X2
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
I don’t give a fi-nuck, put in her gin-uts
Hit a strip club, ran out of ones so now I got to re-up
that fifth or that forty.
I'm strapped up Shawty, ask my nigga Waka,
Ask my nigga Unkle, an I murder with the chopper
Nigga shot me five times, two
The fuck is wrong with y'all niggaz
You think this shit is a game nigga
Like it ain't about murder and cocaine nigga
The fuck is wrong wit y'all
Murder niggas at night
Some of that real thug shit
We murder niggas at night
And in the morning
We catch fools sleepin' before they yawnin'
Murder
the two-step or no loose change
You don't know about no 2 Chainz or no Kool-Aid, you don't know!
And even though Barack was half as black
You hated president
time will tell]
Come look deeply in my eyes
These are the days of our lives
See the murder mold our lives
[Layzie: See the murder mold]
These are
And I couldn't sell out my ci-ty,
Murder now to come up, move,
Bone'll be bringin' that city, wit me pin me,
Nigga, this the team, by the way, don't
on three homicides (murder)
It look like a dealership when I slide
Rolls' and Lambs popping outside
Hi-Tech red, he bought it by the pack
I fired up
the summer
Black girlfriend like 'Really, 2 Chainz for the summer?'
But I done blew change on a few things that was dumber
That's why it's cash rules like
and what
If he ready to shoot?
We strap up shut the fuck up
And dippity do what we gotta
Who we gotta, when we gotta
It's murder murder mur murder murder
murder
My Nigga my residence evil
Written by DeAngelo Samuel
make you drink the kool aid
walking in two by two
one man and his zoo
until every lie on the planet comes crashing on you
until every cloud in the sky
to the money
The money getting to me
2 Chainz! Hot damb hoe, here we go again
The bag wei a gram, money all in my opinion
Yeah we getting rich
And we the shit
stickin', to it
And I'm, stickin', to it
And I'm, stickin', to it
And I'm, stickin', to it
Yeah, 2 Chainz
Velcro, I'm sticking to it, hatin', I've been
ass with success, they won't like that (Yah)
Kill they ass with success, they won't like that
Kill they ass with success (2 Chainz)
God bless
[Chorus]
2 Chainz, that's your best answer
Cup filled with pink, I'm supporting breast cancer
I might do that walk for the 5k
I get paid every time I
for the centerfolds
Big bodies I got 10 of those
Whippin' work it smelling like they dinner rolls
2 Chainz, that's your best answer
Cup filled with
chances
Just to drink lean in them benzes
2 Chainz!
I want my trapback
I said that I want my trapback
I'm from the apartments, used to walk around
[Chorus]
2 Chainz, that's your best answer
Cup filled with pink, I'm supporting breast cancer
I might do that walk for the 5k
I get paid every time I
a check
Balmain my britches while I throw up my set
Dab on a nigga, tell him, "No disrespect"
And a nigga still havin' by the chains on my neck
Flippa
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