"I call her Chandelier!"
Good at being bad, God forgive me for my sins
I walk in and shake the room, my name alone give them the spins
Mr. Give Out Heart Attacks, I'm EBK, bitch, f*ck my kin
Slap the shit out all of y'all except for Shawny and my twin
Real steppas, we just swap the whip, ain gotta scratch the vin
I keep Tayske to my right, he got the L's, I'll pass to him
I want somethin' on my wrist that twinkle like a chandelier
I'm tryn' spray some in some shit that look like Hayden Panettiere
All that hot shit they was talkin' bout, that's what I came to hear
I'm a face arranger, knuckle up, I'm Big 2 Cannonier
This that re-rock, but sniff enough and you can feel the fish
Servin' base, it's in the 808s, just let it hit
NASCAR, I done made a pit stop for your bitch
I pull up, she eat dick and then I dip
I'm just sittin' in the stu, crushin' blues, tryna bip
That hoe callin' No ID, she don't want nothin' but some dick
She like how I rock Revenge, Amiri jeans that match the Ricks
But she childish, she shoulda known that this trick ain for kids
You could never pull my card cause I secured it with my credit
Try to swipe my shit and I'm gon' kill who sent the message
I'ma do my time and pop right back up where I left it
In the courtroom throwin' signs, I got my lawyer representin
Yeen gotta ask me where I'm from, I'll throw it up
I'm a renegade, I throw my 4 and drop a dub
She think she dancin' on me, I got Nina in the front
Bitch, I'm slidin' in that truck with fullies tucked, hop out, get to boomin'
We could do it, whole gang got the itch, we tryna boom em
I might relapse, throw my head back, pop the yerk and get the groovin'
Get the scoomin', titties on my blick, my glock know Kama Sutra
Cross a nigga out of then Trae take him to church like hallelujah
Who the f*ck would have a name around this bitch without Big 2?
[REDACTED]
Bunch of cappin' ass niggas woofin' bout what they gon' do
Double dog dare them niggas to come this way and see it through
Boa Im Mr. Put That Shit On, I get flee in Carhartt
Whole gang rollin' out with choppers and I bet they all spark
Bet not try to dip, these hollow tips a leave your car parked
Type of buttons I'm tryna press ain't finna make the car start
I want somethin' on my wrist that twinkle like a chandelier
I'm tryn' spray some in some shit that look like Hayden Panettiere
All that hot shit they was talkin' bout, that's what I came to hear
I'm a face arranger, knuckle up, I'm Big 2 Cannonier
Buddha 2x - Chandelier Lyrics
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"I call her Chandelier!"
Good at being bad, God forgive me for my sins
I walk in and shake the room, my name alone give them the spins
Mr. Give Out Heart Attacks, I'm EBK, bitch, f*ck my kin
Slap the shit out all of y'all except for Shawny and my twin
Real steppas, we just swap the whip, ain gotta scratch the vin
I keep Tayske to my right, he got the L's, I'll pass to him
I want somethin' on my wrist that twinkle like a chandelier
I'm tryn' spray some in some shit that look like Hayden Panettiere
All that hot shit they was talkin' bout, that's what I came to hear
I'm a face arranger, knuckle up, I'm Big 2 Cannonier
This that re-rock, but sniff enough and you can feel the fish
Servin' base, it's in the 808s, just let it hit
NASCAR, I done made a pit stop for your bitch
I pull up, she eat dick and then I dip
I'm just sittin' in the stu, crushin' blues, tryna bip
That hoe callin' No ID, she don't want nothin' but some dick
She like how I rock Revenge, Amiri jeans that match the Ricks
But she childish, she shoulda known that this trick ain for kids
You could never pull my card cause I secured it with my credit
Try to swipe my shit and I'm gon' kill who sent the message
I'ma do my time and pop right back up where I left it
In the courtroom throwin' signs, I got my lawyer representin
Yeen gotta ask me where I'm from, I'll throw it up
I'm a renegade, I throw my 4 and drop a dub
She think she dancin' on me, I got Nina in the front
Bitch, I'm slidin' in that truck with fullies tucked, hop out, get to boomin'
We could do it, whole gang got the itch, we tryna boom em
I might relapse, throw my head back, pop the yerk and get the groovin'
Get the scoomin', titties on my blick, my glock know Kama Sutra
Cross a nigga out of then Trae take him to church like hallelujah
Who the f*ck would have a name around this bitch without Big 2?
[REDACTED]
Bunch of cappin' ass niggas woofin' bout what they gon' do
Double dog dare them niggas to come this way and see it through
Boa Im Mr. Put That Shit On, I get flee in Carhartt
Whole gang rollin' out with choppers and I bet they all spark
Bet not try to dip, these hollow tips a leave your car parked
Type of buttons I'm tryna press ain't finna make the car start
I want somethin' on my wrist that twinkle like a chandelier
I'm tryn' spray some in some shit that look like Hayden Panettiere
All that hot shit they was talkin' bout, that's what I came to hear
I'm a face arranger, knuckle up, I'm Big 2 Cannonier
Good at being bad, God forgive me for my sins
I walk in and shake the room, my name alone give them the spins
Mr. Give Out Heart Attacks, I'm EBK, bitch, f*ck my kin
Slap the shit out all of y'all except for Shawny and my twin
Real steppas, we just swap the whip, ain gotta scratch the vin
I keep Tayske to my right, he got the L's, I'll pass to him
I want somethin' on my wrist that twinkle like a chandelier
I'm tryn' spray some in some shit that look like Hayden Panettiere
All that hot shit they was talkin' bout, that's what I came to hear
I'm a face arranger, knuckle up, I'm Big 2 Cannonier
This that re-rock, but sniff enough and you can feel the fish
Servin' base, it's in the 808s, just let it hit
NASCAR, I done made a pit stop for your bitch
I pull up, she eat dick and then I dip
I'm just sittin' in the stu, crushin' blues, tryna bip
That hoe callin' No ID, she don't want nothin' but some dick
She like how I rock Revenge, Amiri jeans that match the Ricks
But she childish, she shoulda known that this trick ain for kids
You could never pull my card cause I secured it with my credit
Try to swipe my shit and I'm gon' kill who sent the message
I'ma do my time and pop right back up where I left it
In the courtroom throwin' signs, I got my lawyer representin
Yeen gotta ask me where I'm from, I'll throw it up
I'm a renegade, I throw my 4 and drop a dub
She think she dancin' on me, I got Nina in the front
Bitch, I'm slidin' in that truck with fullies tucked, hop out, get to boomin'
We could do it, whole gang got the itch, we tryna boom em
I might relapse, throw my head back, pop the yerk and get the groovin'
Get the scoomin', titties on my blick, my glock know Kama Sutra
Cross a nigga out of then Trae take him to church like hallelujah
Who the f*ck would have a name around this bitch without Big 2?
[REDACTED]
Bunch of cappin' ass niggas woofin' bout what they gon' do
Double dog dare them niggas to come this way and see it through
Boa Im Mr. Put That Shit On, I get flee in Carhartt
Whole gang rollin' out with choppers and I bet they all spark
Bet not try to dip, these hollow tips a leave your car parked
Type of buttons I'm tryna press ain't finna make the car start
I want somethin' on my wrist that twinkle like a chandelier
I'm tryn' spray some in some shit that look like Hayden Panettiere
All that hot shit they was talkin' bout, that's what I came to hear
I'm a face arranger, knuckle up, I'm Big 2 Cannonier
Writer: Buddha 2x
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