Текст песни 2 Chainz - Hot Wings

[Intro:](Hit-Boy)I'm the big homie nowDon't forget that, I'm the big homie now[Verse 1:]I got my spunk, Louie VuittonTruck in the front, what're you doin'?I look so good, don't call me Unc'She wanna suck, this ain't a BuickI pull it up, they wanna fuckWe gon' get high, what're we doing?I got some Perc, I got a poundI got a crib, let's go get to itI got a semi, I got a DracoWord to my family, straight outta ClayCoThought I was sweet, just like a FaygoBut I had killers all on my payrollWatch how I move, just like it Rayon64 Chainz, just like the crayonsI bought a hat, the one with the A on itPulled out my dick, told her to stay on itI had a paper tag on three of 'emI had the top dropped with the friendsI told 'em deuce, one like DeionI say deuce, one like DeionI go Bruce Wayne on you peonsShit, I fuck with the Falcons, true (True)Had more sacks than a linemanI shoulda got a Heisman too, nigga, haShit, shoot 'cause they hikin' that, hikeCheck like a Nike hat, yupI got the Midas pack, uhTold the bih "Quiet, relax," uhI got my ho on the other lineI'm not bipolar, but borderlineI just might switch lanes, drop her offGo back, get friedThat's all she want, hot wingsBitches fuckin' for some hot wingsBitches fuckin' for American DeliBitches fuckin' for some eye creamShe just want her twenty pieceAll flats with the lemon pepperI was the first one to put her in the first classBitch, get your shit together[Chorus:]Bitch ain't never flown beforeBitch tried to come through securityWith some tennis shoes on, hoTake the shit off, bitchReal big, big boss music (Boss music)Big boss music

Big boss, big, big boss music (Boss)That big boss music, big, big, big, big boss musicThat big boss music, big, big, big, big boss musicBig boss musicBig, big, big boss musicBig boss musicBig, big, big boss musicBig boss music[Verse 2:]You better get used to itAin't no falling off, niggas goin' straight upYou better get used to itI need a raise, I ain't taking paycutsYou better get used to it100 for a verse, 100 for a showYou better get used to itEvery ten a mill', on the lowI'm all about the bag, no need to bragRing cost a Jag, dreads to the back like a shagSmoke you like SIG in the magI'm all over thatThey callin' me FlairThey callin' me DibiaseMy girl ballin, Taurasi2 Chainz, time VersaceThey don't sell 'em in Foot LockerCurve game on BluBlockerSouthside with a FF stand for a few optionsDealership, I don't do auctionsFuck clothes, I need a new closetMy new watch is moonwalkin'This somethin' she don't do often[Chorus:]Bitch ain't never flown before (Uh)Bitch tried to come through securityWith some tennis shoes on, hoTake the shit off, bitchReal big, big boss music (Yeah)Big boss musicBig boss, big, big boss music (I'm the big homie now)That big boss music, big, big, big, big boss music(I'm the big homie)That big boss music, big, big, big, big boss musicBig boss musicBig, big, big boss music (Big, big)Big boss musicBig, big, big boss music (I'm the big homie now)Big boss music (Yeah)[Outro:]I'm the big homie now, yeahI'm the big homie now
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