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2 Chainz So Help Me God REVIEW | GOOD OR BAD?
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
2 Chainz
2 Chainz
Stimme und Gesang
Desi Banks
Desi Banks
Begleitgesang
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Tauheed Epps
Tauheed Epps
Songwriter:in
Armond Kendrick
Armond Kendrick
Songwriter:in
Derrick Miller
Derrick Miller
Songwriter:in
Kevin Gilyard
Kevin Gilyard
Songwriter:in
Addison Rineer
Addison Rineer
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mondo
Mondo
Produzent:in
RafMadeIt
RafMadeIt
Produzent:in
Hendrix Smoke
Hendrix Smoke
Produzent:in
Nolan Presley
Nolan Presley
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Finis "KY" White
Finis "KY" White
Mischtechniker:in
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

Respected! (Mondo on the beat, what's poppin'?) Tony, yeah Yeah, twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc) Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc) Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc) Graduated, I can make a brick lock Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc) Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc) Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc) Graduated, I can make a brick lock (Tony) Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc) Ridin' with my dawgs, that's a pit stop (Pit stop) Droppin' chicken off, that's a Wingstop (Wingstop) Show me all my sons out of wedlock, yeah (Ooh) Got the Draco in the headlock Tryna dodge a cell block, nigga full of bedrock (Bedrock) Got the whole look off the catwalk, uh Got it out the mud, out the asphalt (Asphalt) Shorty you so fine, have the look in your eyes With a big ol' booty, it's yo ass fault (Ass fault) Told a nigga I know your kind, if you came on my side Would've robbed you with the mask off (Mask off) Told my young niggas don't crash out (Crash out) Never let him know where the stash house (Stash house) Millionaire friends with the blacked-out mirror With the racks out, make his scale tap out (Tap out) Turkey bag on top of turkey bags (Turkey bags) Digit scale on top of digit scale (Digit scale) Glock .40 on Glock .40 (Baow) All while I had a record deal (Yeah) Why a nigga stayed in Riverdale? (True) Heard them niggas try and kiss and tell (Damn) Tried to charge nephew with a body Somebody OD'd on Fentanyl Yeah, twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc) Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc) Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc) Graduated, I can make a brick lock Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc) Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc) Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc) Graduated, I can make a brick lock (Ooh) Shakin' back off a juice fast Gorilla died, went vegan Diamond link chain bling in the coupe fast Killers flyin' down seekin' Fifteen spread, two or three bad looters (Shhh) Ten grams tryna jump even Cook 'em in Sprite, vanilla extract, still taste We ain't been speakin' Plug, I'm really one of them (Yeah) The nigga you braggin' on, I probably fronted him Your family put up for collateral You go to ride in the passenger, punish him Eight million dollars for a major ton load Thirty-three M's when you get the clip goin' Boat hit the dock, it was already sold Real street nigga with a mouth full of gold (Bah-bah) If I get arrested, my bail paid (Yeah) Project, I stay by the railway (Yeah) I stood on the block, then I got me a spot Now my daughter go shop for Chanel frames (Yeah) Tracking device on the back of the car But I'm thuggin', I know how to sell weight (Yeah) Acquirin' my cut, I'm controllin' the gutter Bitch, I'm from the slum where they sell age Yeah, twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc) Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc) Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc) Graduated, I can make a brick lock Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc) Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc) Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc) Graduated, I can make a brick lock (Ooh) Let me tell y'all somethin' Boy these niggas right, boy these niggas really cap I'll run through the god damn apartment Beating the block down, I'm talkin' 'bout stupid Had them fifteens in the muhfucka That esé said I'm gon' fold, nigga I ain't Niggas talking 'bout, "Who the fuck that is? Boy that nigga ain't gettin' money" I said boy, fuck you boy I been gettin' money, hell is you doin' boy? You the lame ass fuck nigga everybody been talking about Swear you was gettin' money, you are not gettin' money Yeah, I know your sister, she always callin me, talkin bout "Where he gettin' money? He really not gettin no money like that" Yeah, yeah, I really told you the truth Yeah I been hitting em
Writer(s): Tauheed Epps, Armond Dewayne Kendrick, Kevin Jerome Gilyard, Adisson Graham Rineer, Derrick Donte Miller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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