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feds watching - 2 chainz (2 chainz) lyrics

[intro]
(yeah)
(i’m talking right now)
(i’m talking right now)
(ain’t no such thing as tomorrow)
(uh, the way we living da day)
(i’m talking right now)
(2 chainz)

[verse 1]
dreads hang on designer everything
mr. como de garçons, mr. alexander w*ng
mr. chain, pinky ring, flow insane, hoe insane
man, these shoes i got on, these the hardest i’ve done seen
it look clean when you pour it, i remix it, make it dirty
if she got good head and text me, i text her back and tell her, “hurry” (true)
this that category 5 when i walk up at the strip club
throw it high, make you and george washington hеad b*tt
og’s never fed us, now young n*ggas fеd up
balling so hard (hard)
i deserve a and*one (okay)
baking soda marketing, i’m getting it, ain’t i? obviously
you a b*tch, you a hoe, that’s just my philosophy (yeah)
and i’m known a kick it like the captain of a soccer team
billie jean red leather, same color red lobster (red lobster)
and she brainwash ya, head doctor (uh)
i’m be fresh as h*ll if the feds watching (feds watching)
[hook]
i’m be fresh as h*ll if the feds watching (yeah)
i’m be fresh as h*ll if the feds watching (yeah)
i’m be fresh as h*ll if the feds watching (tell ’em)
drop*top (drop*top)
head bopping (head bopping)
i’m be fresh as h*ll if the feds watching (yeah)
i’m be fresh as h*ll if the feds watching (true)
i’m be fresh as h*ll if the feds watching (yeah)
drop*top (drop*top)
head bopping (head bopping)

[verse 2]
grams to grammys, two guns yosemite
n*ggas put they glock on yo’ ass, f*ck that heather b
pumping that amphetamine, all this d i’m peddling
i be somewhere settling, somewhere that chu have never been
to the top you’ve never been, you might need a respirator
money on the rise like i’m counting on an elevator
you gon’ need a detonator swimming with them barracudas (‘cudas)
close the docket on that muh’f*cker prosecutor (bah)
this armani, this givenchy, i parachute you (yeah)
i’m so fly, i jumped out the air wearing gucci (tell ’em)
i’m raw, talking california rolls (rolls)
smoking california weed wit’ california hoes (true)
sending fl!cks to my partners at the state pen
i just got some pants made out of snakeskin (yeah)
see, them shades you got on called ray*bans
and the shades i got on cost eight bands (d*mn)

- 2 chainz 2 chainz lyrics

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