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[Hook: 2 Chainz] Thank God for the first nigga that started trappin’ Thank God for the first nigga that started rappin’ Thank God for the first girl that started strippin’ And I’mma have to keep it more fuckin’ real with ya I’ve got a problem… with these niggas I’ve got a problem… with these bitches Trigger finger… keep itchin’ Well I’ll pull it… I’ll do it [Verse 1: 2 Chainz] Hang up on a bitch, call it “crucifight” Time to go to work, no suit and tie Bumpin’ Makaveli, I be trappin’ at the telly My nigga did a dime and he back already Get that sack, already, man, we’ve got them racks already As for your girl, I hit it from the back already I tried to get a tan, but I’m black already Your pockets on a diet, my pockets fat already Three niggas with me – me, myself and I God don’t like ugly, you should testify My T-shirt come from… I make so much from a verse I take a third off Bird call… swerve off… Bust a nut on her, tell her that’s a load off Shorty ass soft, like a Nerf ball Letras de cancionesIf you don’t like what I’m doin’, nigga, fuck y’all! [Hook] [Verse 2: Drake] Drank in my cup, hold up, hope this shit don’t spill Pull up in a new edition and that’s word to Johnny Gill How I come up with this shit and all these verses that I kill? I have no imagination, everything I do for real Bitch I’m camouflaged down, put your camera phone down If she’s got an ass and that girl’s a fan, it’s goin’ down I’mma fuck you like I’ve been waiting a century for it Give the pussy up and I’ll trade you the memory for it In the bedroom forever, that’s what her roommate’ll will tell you Man, I just hear this shit and think about what Tunechi would tell ya He might call up Patricia, she ’bout to call up Melissa [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Tell ‘em come to the crib, oh, and do ‘em both, double dribble I’m colder than a hospital, she love the dick that I give her Hit her from the front, back, side – twist her like cigarillos I put the gun to the pillow, I don’t want blood on my clothes Gotta keep that Trukfit fresh, shout-out to all of my hoes, Tunechi… [Verse 3: Drake] That’s just how my OG would sum it up I’ve been workin’ all winter just to fuck the summer up It’s just me and 2 Chainz, but the chain’s never tucked, dawg If you don’t like what I’m doin’, nigga, fuck y’all! [Hook] [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] Well, if you know like I know, that pussy pop like pyro And she know I’m a pothead, that pussy like a pothole I’m colder than a snot-nose, man all these hoes is my hoes And if she bougie, fuck her once then leave her hangin’, dry clothes I just built a cemetery, niggas dyin’ to get in Niggas lie and they pretend, don’t cross that line, it’s paper-thin I’m a star, make a wish, I’m a shark, ate the fish I’ve got no heart, I hate the bitch… [Verse 5: 2 Chainz] You hate that bitch? Well I hate that bitch We’ll jump a nigga like a chessboard Do a drive by while you’re riding on your skateboard …they ain’t even know it Have Drake sing a song just to get her pussy wet Then I take her to the crib and fuck that bitch right on the step Put it in and take it back out, then I back out Hair weave killer known to snatch the fuckin’ track out Put me in the game, coach – I’m the antidote Pull up, kick, throw and take the money and the dope True, 2 Chainz, I’m on a plane and a boat I am so cold I need a cover and a coat Kick it at the mall, call it football If you don’t like what I’m doin’, nigga, fuck y’all! [Outro] Y’all ready? 1, 2, 3 Right now it’s me time A little time for myself, me time Oh yeah, right now it’s me time Don’t want no one else now, me time Bitch please don’t call my phone, don’t call my phone Said I wanna be left alone, be left alone Please, please don’t stop by my home No, no cause I feel it’s just matter of time Till you people make me lose my mind I’m ’bout to leave this world behind Right now it’s me time From Letras Mania