2 Chainz, Lil Wayne - Long Story Short Lyrics

 

2 Chainz, Lil Wayne - Long Story Short Lyrics

[Lil Wayne:]

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 to my lips, gun on my

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Wake up, light the blunt up, 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 [?], this life gon' be the death of me

And she don't care where I skeet, hit ho from head 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 niggas jelly beans

Love my trigger finger so much, I bought her the 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 'em he dead, I'ma say his parents

Tears get shed only if you carin'

Right on his head, see the red beam glarin'

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'ma hand that lil' bitch

Scope on the TEC and they carry that shit

I can hit you up from any range with that bitch

Got paper, got Dracos, case on the radar

You fuck on me wrong, I'ma bake your potato

I'm too sincere but you like a tornado

Pull out the twos and I'm landin' on my ego

I buss down aqueno, fuck on a gay ho

Can't find a straight a ho but I ain't complainin'

That's how my day go, I said, "Okay, ho"

I been on my J.O, I'm bendin', she JLo

She been to Barbados, I take her to Caicos

All of this brain, she can get a bagel

All of that said, I can't really stay though

I hop in the Lamb' and crank it like Phabo, I'm gone

Wake up, light the blunt up, 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 [?], this life gon' be the death of me

[2 Chainz:]

I make you come, you cannot leave, I drown my heart in kerosene

Eight plus 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

Out with my lady, we came to eat

My stomach, you think that it changed the beat

We on a date, makin' rain some ones

They want no chain, but the chains 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 here

I done been a weed man

It's a blessing you ain't dead

I keep it rollin' like [?] better believe then you better believe it

Ho bitin' on my like every mosquito

I'm wearin' shades, think I'm starin' at people

I did the math and ain't no way we equal

The Collegrove 2 and so this is the sequel, mm, mm

The Collegrove 2 and so this is the sequel

[Lil Wayne:]

Wake up, light the blunt up, 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 [?], this life gon' be the death of me

Blunt, blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Blunt, blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

This life gon' be the death of me

Blunt, blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Blunt, blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

This life gon' be the death of me