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riot - 2 chainz (tity 2 necklace) lyrics

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[intro]
(haha)
(yeah)
(spinz, what’s hap’, mane?)
(you feel me?)
(i told the whole squad, mane)
okay

[refrain]
d*mn right, they got it (got it)
d*mn right, they got it (got it)
d*mn right, they got it (got it)
d*d*mn right, they got it (ayy)
d*mn right, they got it (got it)
d*mn right, they got it (got it)
d*mn right, they got it (got it)
d*d*mn right, they got it (ayy)
i said, “lame n*gga, be quiet (quiet)
l*lame n*gga, be quiet (shh)
lame n*gga, be quiet (quiet)
you in the presence of a real n*gga”
i said, “lame n*gga, be quiet (quiet)
lame n*gga, be quiet (shh)
l*lame n*gga, be quiet
you in the real n*gga presence” (presence)
i—
[verse 1]
eat cha girl up for breakfast (uh)
won’t save ya no extra (uh)
say she f*cking with me ’cause a real n*gga’s her preference (d*mn)
drinking like i’m from texas (texas)
and ya know i stay flexing (flexing)
and if ya don’t know, i go by tity 2 necklace (tell ’em)
i said

[chorus]
d*mn right, i got it (got it)
d*mn right, i’m ’bout it (’bout it)
clique full of k!llers (k!llers)
please don’t get us excited (bah)
yeah, we smoking loud (loud)
so, lame n*ggas, be quiet (yeah)
and if ya f*ck with us, we gon’ start up a riot (yeah)
i*i’ma start a riot, i’ma start a riot (yeah)
i’ma start a riot, i’ma start a riot (okay)
i’ma start a riot, i’ma start a riot (yeah, tell ’em)
i’ma start a riot (2–), i’ma (chainz) start a riot (chainz)

[verse 2]
i ain’t stunting thee n*ggas (nope)
i*i ain’t stunting thee b*tches (nope)
two cigarillos, look*look*look like extensions (d*mn)
yeah, i’m from the southside, her mouth wide, my pack loud
my gat loud, i back out, and cl!ck*clack, pow*pow (tell ’em)
court dates, skip trial, my rep is a reptile
now and later? alligators, i stepped on the work like a stepchild (ooh)
pimps up, hoes down, make ya girl pull her clothes down
her hair down and i’m down, her phone off, so, don’t dial (don’t dial)
this right here is that no style, ion’t know how i do the sh*t
i’m true da this, true religion, they taking swag wit’ no permission
all year, it’s gucci season, g’s on my belt buckle (belt buckle)
cocaine on my left knuckle (left knuckle)
k!ll ya and bury what’s left of ya
uh (uh)

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