2 Chainz...
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Scream, what's happenin'
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You know man, these people man...
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Alot of'em, alot of'em going nowhere fast man
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I call dat "treadmillin'", you feel me
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They at a standstill man, got'em at a standstill
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[Tity Boi:]
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Long nights, more white and foresight
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Foreseen in a foreign with the fog lights
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On a pedestal and you're frog height
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Forever clever, napalm mics
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Blowed up last summer off of the freestyles
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Year before that, the plug was on redial
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Couple years remove for the penile
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State of mind: criminal enterprise
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Individuals who want extra sides
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And desert, so we gone need extra pies
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Emphasize I pull girls like a exercise
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I pull so many hoes I need extra guys
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Don't stand so close, shawty respect the fie (fire)
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No sweat although the temp too high
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Where I'm from, we feel the rent too high
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She got me fucked up, I think the bitch too high
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And I'm a southside astronaut, SA, that's the acronym
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Mauri's with the air bubble on the back of them
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The truck so big, it go beep backing in
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[Chorus:]
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Yep, yep, we got'em at a stand still
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Like traffic, we got'em at a stand still
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Young niggas from Atlanta, we're on a mission
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Feel that, that's momentum shiftin'
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Yep, yep, we got'em at a stand still
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Like traffic, we got'em at a stand still
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Young niggas from Atlanta, we're on a mission
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Feel that, that's momentum shiftin'
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[CyHi Da Prynce:]
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Since I was a boy wearing Bugle's
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Ran with the big dogs, never with the poodles
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Eating noodles, being frugal, open mic at Crucial
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Pussies wanna shoot you cause yo name all over Google
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Plus they stuck in neutral, and I doodle when I doo doo
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So I won't take no shorts, I want the whole kit n kaboodle
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Martial arts flow, what I'm kickin is brutal
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Fuck you busters and you suckers, you ain't shit in my pupil
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Toaster in the kitchen, but I ain't fixin a stroodle
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Cause I hang with street niggas that's still getin boodle
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If I never knew you, you can't get a feature
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Cause my words are beautiful, I'm Mona Lisa of the speaker
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Me and 2 chainz backstage blowin Keisha
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Witta black and yellow bitch, you can call me Wiz Khalifa
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Or, shakespeare in his late years
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Face fears to make the average nigga taste tears
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Waist spear for my fake peers
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You in park partner, I'm in eighth gear
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I hear you haters hatin, I got great ears
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Cause the ATL on top and we stay here, yeah
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Stand Still
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2 Chainz |