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2 Chainz - I Do It Feat Drake Lyrics

[Chorus - 2 Chainz]
Thank God for the first nigga started drinkin’
Thank God for the first nigga started rappin’
Thank God for the first girl that started strippin’
And I’mma have to keep it more fuckin’ real with ya
I’ve got a problem with these niggas
I’ve got a problem with these bitches
Trigger finger keep itchin’
Well I’ll pull it, I do it
[Verse 1 - 2 Chainz]
Hang up on a bitch, call it crucifight
Time to go to work, no suit and tie
Bumpin’ Makaveli, I be trappin’ at the telly
My nigga did a dime and he back already
Get that sack already, man we’ve got them racks already
As for as your girl, I hit it from the back already
I tried to get a tan, but I’m black already
Your pockets on a diet, my pockets fat already
Three niggas with me – me, myself and I
God don’t like ugly, you should testify
My t-shirt come from Bergdorf
I make so much on the 1st, I take the 3rd off
Bird call, swerve off
Bust a nut on her, tell her that’s a load off
Shorty ass soft, like a Nerf ball
If you don’t like what I’m doing, nigga fuck y’all
[Chorus - 2 Chainz]
Thank God for the first nigga started drinkin’
Thank God for the first nigga started rappin’
Thank God for the first girl that started strippin’
And I’mma have to keep it more fuckin’ real with ya
I’ve got a problem with these niggas
I’ve got a problem with these bitches
Trigger finger keep itchin’
Well I’ll pull it, I do it
[Verse 2 - Drake]
Drank in my cup, hold up, hope this shit don’t spill
Pull up in a new edition and that’s word to Johnny Gill
How I come up with this shit and all these verses that I kill?
I have no imagination, everything I do for real
Bitch I’m camouflaged down, put your camera phone down
If she got an ass and that girl a fan, it’s goin’ down
I’mma fuck you like I’ve been waiting a century for it
Give the pussy up and I’ll trade you the memory for it
In the bedroom forever, that’s what her roommate will tell you
Man I just hear this shit and think about what Tunechi would tell ya
He might call up Patricia, she ’bout to call up Melissa
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
Tell ‘em come to the cribbo and do ‘em both, double dribble
I’m colder than a hospital, she love the dick that I give her
Hit her from the front, back, side, twist her like cigarillos
I put the gun to the pillow, I don’t want blood on my clothes
Gotta keep that TRUKFIT fresh, shout out to all of my hoes
Tunechi
[Verse 4 - Drake]
That’s just how my OG would sum it up
I’ve been workin’ all winter just to fuck the summer up
It’s just me and 2 Chainz, but the chain’s never tucked dawg
If you don’t like what I’m doin’, nigga fuck y’all
[Chorus - 2 Chainz]
Thank God for the first nigga started drinkin’
Thank God for the first nigga started rappin’
Thank God for the first girl that started strippin’
And I’mma have to keep it more fuckin’ real with ya
I’ve got a problem with these niggas
I’ve got a problem with these bitches
Trigger finger keep itchin’
Well I’ll pull it, I do it
[Verse 5 - Lil Wayne]
Uh, well if you know like I know, that pussy pop like Pyro
And she know I’m a pothead, that pussy like a pothole
I’m colder than a snot-nose, man all these hoes is my hoes
And if she bougie, fuck her once then leave her hangin’, dry clothes
I just built a cemetery, niggas dyin’ to get in
Niggas lie and they pretend, don’t cross that line, it’s paper-thin
I’m high as a star, make a wish
I’m a shark, I ate the fish
I’ve got no heart, I hate the bitch
[Verse 6 - 2 Chainz]
You hate that bitch? Well I hate that bitch
We’ll jump a nigga like a chessboard
Do a drive by while you’re riding on your skateboard
Uh, they ain’t even know it
Have Drake sing a song just to get her pussy wet
Then I take her to the crib and fuck that bitch right on the step
Put it in and take it back out, then I back out
Hair weave killer known to snatch the fuckin’ track out
Put me in the game coach, I’m the antidote
Pull up, kick, throw, and take the money and the dope
Tru, Chainz I’m on a plane and a boat
I am so cold I need a cover and a coat
Kick it at the mall, call it football
If you don’t like what I’m doin’, nigga fuck y’all