2 Chainz
2 Chainz - Gotta Lotta songtekst
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[Lil Wayne] Lotta dope... Gotta lotta dope (Ba-ba-da-bop) Da-ba-da-ba-di Ba-ba-da-oop Yeah Ba-ba-da-bop I said we gotta lotta dope We gotta lotta weed Gotta lotta weed That's a lotta smoke That's a lotta smoke That's that loud, I hope I said we gotta lotta dope Ba-ba-da-bop [Lil Wayne] Okay we gotta lotta dope We got the hottest shit I said we gotta lotta dope We be in and out of court I've seen so many coward croak It's like watching flowers grow I mean, please, don't you cowards know? We will leave your [censored] on your momma's porch Oh Lord, born in the projects Papa was a rolling stone, selling rock Yeah, I grew up and mopped that Making jugs on a fool with no contacts I'm drinking Activas only know Hi-Tech Hold on, think I'm getting too high tech Yeah, I think she's getting the context Now she needs some dick, and she know who to contact [Lil Wayne] Da-ba-da-ba-di Ba-ba-da-bop Yeah Ba-ba-da-bop I said we gotta lotta dope We gotta lotta weed We got weed That's a lotta smoke That's a lotta smoke That's that loud, I hope I said we gotta lotta dope Ba-ba-da-bop [2 Chainz] Yo Tunes, pass the steel, a bastard still My passion real, I'm fashion ill The [?] is a massive kill Mass appeal, my past is real Before I had to deal, you dig? Pies and cakes, out of state Lies is fake, y'all don't make mistakes Got the girl pussy smelling like Codeine Syrup Got the bands on me like a football field, I'm ill I deserve a pussy for my birthday If she pretty, Magic City on her birthday [?] toast Yeah I'm supposed to boast Getting more to quote Not many getting close To smoke what I never smoked before Dream what I never dreamed before Woke up and see my Rolls Sky high, I ride by, I drive by [Lil Wayne] Da-ba-da-ba-di Ba-ba-da-bope Yeah Ba-ba-da-bope I said we gotta lotta dope We gotta lotta weed We got weed That's a lotta smoke That's a lotta smoke That's that loud, I hope I said we gotta lotta dope Ba-ba-da-bope [2 Chainz] Big dreams, big rings, big chains Switch lanes, sip lean Sixteen, seventeen, Medellin Favorite color money green A triple beam, a hundred Ps of sour Ds A bunch of Ds, she can come suck on these, no suckas please See I look like my daddy though I get high, I get the munchies eating edible If it's available Bitch you never know Oyster Perpetual Trapped at the Texaco like I'm OJ Trying to put it in her mouth like Colgate Ben Franklin, that's my muthaf**kin soul mate Yea I need a mop, I got a new flo' today I'm sippin' syrup like a got a f**kin' cold today I'm throwing tres up like Golden State Old school the same color as Sidney Poitier Da-ba-da-ba-di Ba-ba-da-bope (Got a lot, got a lot) Yeah Ba-ba-da-bope I said we gotta lotta dope (Got a lot, got a lot) We gotta lotta weed Gotta lotta weed That's a lotta smoke That's a lotta smoke That's that loud, I hope I said we gotta lotta dope (Ba-ba-da-bope)