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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
Chief Keef
Chief Keef
Stimme und Gesang
Lil Uzi Vert
Lil Uzi Vert
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Tauheed Epps
Tauheed Epps
Songwriter:in
Keith Cozart
Keith Cozart
Songwriter:in
Symere Woods
Symere Woods
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Chief Keef
Chief Keef
Produzent:in
Nolan Presley
Nolan Presley
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Finis "KY" White
Finis "KY" White
Mischtechniker:in
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

Hold on, hold on, hold on Tony Fuckin' with me that's a bad move You seven-sixty-two for shampoo Cartier frame that bamboo Still doin' shit that you can't do No gym or no cam fools Like a pretty girl with tattoos Walk in the club make a typhoon Put him on a plate, lookin' like food I'ma disrespect my rival I'ma disrespect my rival Niggas don't call me killer for nothing Better respect that title (Fire) Nigga better check they vital Hit him with hand held rifle 'Cause I'm at my daughter recital I can't see my idol Dope came with a lighter Dope came with a lighter Dope came with a lighter Dope came with a lighter Dope came with a lighter (Yeah) Dope came with a lighter Dope came with a lighter Dope came with a lighter How my name almighty? Told me about her body (Body) Bitch better ask God almighty (Almighty) Nigga get check, no Nike My neck and my wrist so party My neck and my wrist so icy But Chicago, the police is ikey Nigga ain't straight, he ikey My wrist is swole so she like me I smell so official, no pisces We ain't playin' fair, no toxic (Nah) The shots, they come for fightin' (Brr) Bitch, you a rats, you micin' (Bitch) Beat a nigga ass like Mikey (Uh) Tell DeJ Loaf "Come try me" (Uh) Real dope came with a lighter Married to the money, throw the rice up Pockets full of dead presidents I told her "Go wake up Michael" Lil' bitty boy get a tricycle Me and gang probably took your bicycle Walkin' 'round LA like an icicle You ain't have an issue, we ridin' through I can't see my idol Dope came with a lighter Dope came with a lighter Dope came with a lighter Dope came with a lighter Dope came with a lighter (Yeah) Dope came with a lighter Dope came with a lighter Dope came with a lighter Dope came with a lighter Brought some, we came with some gravel (What?) Big house came with a Bible (Wow) Lambo' came with a Tahoe (Yeah) Double sided broad, a diablo We got cheese, lettuce, and shells (Aye) Nigga better duck his taco I just spend one-fifty like Messi Tote that fifty like Mali Know I can make it hot though I was on the phone with Kyro That lil' bitch she a thot, though That lil' bitch she a block ho Everytime she call my phone, yeah, she on block, bro Talk to the plug, he named Paco The parking lot swoll man, I swear that's a lotto Ice chip dip, no nachos Lookin' like a nigga won the lotto Your bitch came home doin' the eye roll She only came home 'cause vamos Stand on my money I'm taller than 2 Chainz Three hundred thousand I spent that on two rings I fucked your bitch in an old body Mulsanne I can't see my idol Dope came with a lighter Dope came with a lighter Dope came with a lighter Dope came with a lighter Dope came with a lighter (Yeah) Dope came with a lighter Dope came with a lighter
Writer(s): Tauheed Epps, Keith Cozart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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