LongStoryShort

Long Story Short (Explicit) - 2 Chainz/Lil Wayne

Lyrics by：Tauheed Epps/Dwayne Carter/Byron Thomas/Justin Scott/Jordan Michael Houston/Paul Beauregard/Patrick Houston/Anna Gaye/Marvin Gaye/Iris Gordy/Elgie Stover

Composed by：Tauheed Epps/Dwayne Carter/Byron Thomas/Justin Scott/Jordan Michael Houston/Paul Beauregard/Patrick Houston/Anna Gaye/Marvin Gaye/Iris Gordy/Elgie Stover

Produced by：Mannie Fresh/Big K.R.I.T./Juicy J

Project Pat/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

Lil Wayne：

Wake up light the blunt up put out 'fore I fell asleep

My ***** look like she Cherokee my crib look like I'm sellin' keys

My d**k feel like some therapy 'bout that life I guarantee

You livin' life vicariously this life gon' be the death of me

And she don't care where I skeet

Hit that ho from hair to feet

She walk out here she wearin' me

I talk my **** 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 ***** I might bang at your *****

If I go at her neck I'ma hand that lil' *****

Scope on the TEC and they carry that ****

I can hit you up from any range with that *****

Got paper got Dracos case on the radar

You **** 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 **** 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 bread and she can't 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 ***** look like she Cherokee my crib look like I'm sellin' keys

My d**k feel like some therapy 'bout that life I guarantee

You livin' life vicariously 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 a*s 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