2 Chainz & Lil Wayne – Long Story Short Lyrics

2 Chainz & Lil Wayne – Long Story Short Lyrics
Long Story Short
2 Chainz & Lil Wayne
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    "Long Story Short." - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne

    Album: Welcome 2 Collegrove
    Track No: 05
    This life gon' be the death of me
    Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
    Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (Blunt)
    Blunt to my lips, gun on my (Blunt, blunt)
    Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
    Wake up, light the blunt I put out 'fore I fell asleep
    My bitch look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I'm sellin' keys
    My dick feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee
    You livin' life vicariously, this life gon' be the death of me
    And she don't care where I skeet, hit that ho from hair to feet
    She walk out here, she wearin' me, I talk my shit, she smellin' me
    And all I hear is jealousy, I call them **** jelly beans
    Love my trigger finger so much, I bought it a wedding ring, yeah
    Yeah, let's get married
    Cut off his head and the rest get buried
    Cross on my head like a Presbyterian
    Tell him he dead and upset his parents
    Tears get shed only if you carin'
    Right on his head, see the red beam blarin'
    Two twelve gauges like twenty four karats, hol' up
    Ain't that a bitch? I might bang at your bitch
    If I go at her neck, I might hang that lil' bitch
    Scope on the TEC and it came with that shit
    I could hit you up from any range with that bitch
    Got papers on Draco, a case in Laredo
    You fuck with me wrong, I'ma bake your potato
    I twist his head up just like a tornado
    Pull out the toast, I'm like, "Leggo my Eggo"
    I buss down a Quaalude, fuck on a gay ho
    Can't find a straight ho, but I ain't complainin'
    That's how my day go, I said, "Okay, ho"
    I been on my Jay, ho, I'm Ben and she J.Lo
    She been to Barbados, I take her to Caicos
    All of this bread and she can't get a bagel
    All of that said, I can't really stay though
    I hop in the Lamb' and crank it like Fabo, I'm gone
    Wake up, light the blunt I put out 'fore I fell asleep
    My bitch look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I'm sellin' keys
    My dick feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee
    You livin' life vicariously, this life gon' be the death of me
    I make you cum, you cannot leave, I drown my heart in kerosene
    A+ off in parenting, get my kids damn near everything
    'Fore you get a wedding ring, better get her ass a belly ring
    Soon as I start trappin', man, my phone, it wouldn't even barely ring
    I don't compete, but you can't compete
    Plain Jane, Patek Phillippe
    I'm with my lady, we came to eat
    My stomach, you'd think that it changed the beat
    We on a date, make it rain some ones
    They want no change, but the change gon' come
    Soon as I say it, it's said and done
    And my screensaver my favorite gun
    I'm rockin', I'm swervin'
    I'm poppin', detergent
    Get money, it's urgent
    God bless her surgeon
    I rub my hands, Birdman
    Double cup, lean head
    I done been the weed man
    It's a blessing you ain't dead
    I keep it rollin' like paraplegic
    I'm better, believe it, you better believe it
    Ho bitin' on me like every mosquito
    I'm wearin' shades, think I'm starin' at people
    I did the math and ain't no way we equal
    This Collegrove 2 and so this is the sequel, mmm, mmm
    This Collegrove 2 and so this is the sequel
    Wake up, light the blunt I put out 'fore I fell asleep
    My bitch look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I'm sellin' keys
    My dick feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee
    You livin' life vicariously, this life gon' be the death of me
    Blunt
    Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
    Blunt to my lips, gun on my (Blunt, blunt)
    Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (Blunt, blunt)
    This life gon' be the death of me
    Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
    Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (Blunt)
    Blunt to my lips, gun on my (Blunt, blunt)
    Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
    This life gon' be the death of me

    Writer(s): Tauheed Epps, Lil Wayne, Byron Thomas, Justin Scott, Jordan Houston, Paul Beauregard, Patrick Houston, Anna Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Iris Gordy & Elgie Stover.

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