"Reign" lyrics
2 Chainz, Cash Cobain & Young Nudy Lyrics
Yeah (Statik Selektah)
You left me for somebody else
Magic City, I'm with Tity Boi
She ain't never seen a slizzy boy
Just might throw a fifty ball
I don't really think they get the boy, tss (Yeah)
I don't really think she get me
Pulled up, Lamb' chop iced out, on my hip was a switchie
Outside really risky
Bad bitches come and frisk me
I just fucked this nigga bitch
Hope he don't find out and try to diss me
End up in a bad sitchy (Toni)
Rolls Royce Umbrella
Turned the spot to Coachella
Saw my ex on Twitter wth a nigga, ho, you can do better
Graduated from a felon, smellin' just like air 'round the river
I go Rick Owens leather, I go Maison Margiela
I smoke back to back just like traffic in bad weather
Somebody ask me, "How many hustlers?" I got several
Pistols, I got several
Raw paper filled with seven
Ever since Acura Legends, bitch, I've been a legend
Don't believe me? You can Google me, talkin' Oodle Noodle to me
Bought two of everything like it was two of me, don't you agree?
Ask Magic, I been him, ask Onyx, I been him
Same thing with the flame, synonym, candyland, I came trim
Parking space say boss man, I ain't talkin' 'bout D-Lo
Pulled up in a Lamb' chop, eatin' lamb chops with a freak ho
Lamb chops with a freak ho (Lamb chops with a freak ho)
Magic City, I'm with Tity Boi
She ain't never seen a slizzy boy (She ain't never seen a slizzy boy)
Just might throw a fifty ball
I don't really think they get the boy, tss (I don't really think they get the boy)
I don't really think she get me
Pulled up, Lambchop iced out, on my hip was a switchie
Outside really risky (Risky)
Bad bitches come and frisk me (Frisk me)
I just fucked this nigga bitch
Hope he don't find out and try to diss me (Yeah)
End up in a bad sitchy
Yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I go in there dead, nigga
Hahaha, E-A-ski
Put a motherfucker under (Under)
Make a whole block crumble (Crumble)
Run through your pack, make you fumble (Fumble)
I'm ballin' hard all summer (All summer)
I'm cookin' hard 'round the gunners (Yeah)
I'm keepin' it street and I'm gettin' this money
The only thing a nigga honor (I honor)
And I don't trust these niggas
These niggas bitch-made, actin' like they mama (Pussy)
And I'm gettin' a lot of commas (Commas)
Gotta fuck with the condoms (Ooh)
Long as they go print
I'ma spend it, nigga, done bein' humble (Yeah)
I went to Candyland with some rubber bands, she wanna see it rain (Hahaha)
Yeah
I was at NYC, told 'em, 'Stall it's me'
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Strip club with a thick girl
Let me see you put your wrist up
Wrist up, wrist up, wrist up
You left me for somebody else
Wrist up, wrist up, wrist up
Can you remember the rain?
Can you remember the rain?
You left me for somebody else
Magic City, I'm with Tity Boi
She ain't never seen a slizzy boy
Just might throw a fifty ball
I don't really think they get the boy, tss (Yeah)
I don't really think she get me
Pulled up, Lamb' chop iced out, on my hip was a switchie
Outside really risky
Bad bitches come and frisk me
I just fucked this nigga bitch
Hope he don't find out and try to diss me
End up in a bad sitchy (Toni)
Rolls Royce Umbrella
Turned the spot to Coachella
Saw my ex on Twitter wth a nigga, ho, you can do better
Graduated from a felon, smellin' just like air 'round the river
I go Rick Owens leather, I go Maison Margiela
I smoke back to back just like traffic in bad weather
Somebody ask me, "How many hustlers?" I got several
Pistols, I got several
Raw paper filled with seven
Ever since Acura Legends, bitch, I've been a legend
Don't believe me? You can Google me, talkin' Oodle Noodle to me
Bought two of everything like it was two of me, don't you agree?
Ask Magic, I been him, ask Onyx, I been him
Same thing with the flame, synonym, candyland, I came trim
Parking space say boss man, I ain't talkin' 'bout D-Lo
Pulled up in a Lamb' chop, eatin' lamb chops with a freak ho
Lamb chops with a freak ho (Lamb chops with a freak ho)
Magic City, I'm with Tity Boi
She ain't never seen a slizzy boy (She ain't never seen a slizzy boy)
Just might throw a fifty ball
I don't really think they get the boy, tss (I don't really think they get the boy)
I don't really think she get me
Pulled up, Lambchop iced out, on my hip was a switchie
Outside really risky (Risky)
Bad bitches come and frisk me (Frisk me)
I just fucked this nigga bitch
Hope he don't find out and try to diss me (Yeah)
End up in a bad sitchy
Yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I go in there dead, nigga
Hahaha, E-A-ski
Put a motherfucker under (Under)
Make a whole block crumble (Crumble)
Run through your pack, make you fumble (Fumble)
I'm ballin' hard all summer (All summer)
I'm cookin' hard 'round the gunners (Yeah)
I'm keepin' it street and I'm gettin' this money
The only thing a nigga honor (I honor)
And I don't trust these niggas
These niggas bitch-made, actin' like they mama (Pussy)
And I'm gettin' a lot of commas (Commas)
Gotta fuck with the condoms (Ooh)
Long as they go print
I'ma spend it, nigga, done bein' humble (Yeah)
I went to Candyland with some rubber bands, she wanna see it rain (Hahaha)
Yeah
I was at NYC, told 'em, 'Stall it's me'
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Strip club with a thick girl
Let me see you put your wrist up
Wrist up, wrist up, wrist up
You left me for somebody else
Wrist up, wrist up, wrist up
Can you remember the rain?
Can you remember the rain?
Writer(s): Small Cashmere Lavon, Thomas Quantavious Tavario, Patrick Baril, Tauheed K. Epps, Marvin Smith
