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letra de kyrie & luka - eminem & 2 chainz

[intro: 2 chainz]
a.t.l.

[verse 1: 2 chainz & eminem]
standin’ on the speaker, tall as burj khalifa
powder on the plate that turn your girl into eureka
remember, if i don’t see it, then i don’t believe it
i done did some pretty dumb things on the tequila
birthday in vegas, layin’ with my weezy
asked to invite her friends, she like, “boy, i don’t believe ya”
i’m just tryna live and they turn into evil
my partner is a crip, the only thing he eat is seafood
school of hard knocks, i can f-ck around and teach you (uh)
license to k!ll and i just got ’em rеnewed (uh)
spoke to dеf jam and they talkin’ ’bout a renote
spoke to ghazi, he can pay me in crypto (yeah)

and you know my vibe, i’m mixin’ mine with the pinot

you know my set, i’m throwin’ dollar signs
i l!ck her neck and turn the body to a water slide
i’m in the bottom of my bag like some hot fries
tony, tony, tony, tony, tony, that my top five, sh-t
don’t want me swaggin’ on this beat
enough to make rakim proud of me
you got my math and your b-tch ass post somethin’ negative, you coulda called me
i’m from the dark side, but the whip lightskin
i do what i wanna do like white men
i hit you in the f-ckin’ head with the mic stand
i f-ck my girl in the daytime on a nightstand
you ain’t know that, did ya?
real recognize real and you don’t look familiar
i’m from riverdale road, we ain’t got no river
got the pole concealed behind the partition, listen

i ain’t gon’ fight, but i still tote pistols
ain’t gon’ k!ll ya, all i got to do is whistle
-failed whistle noise-,
they’ve been plagiarisin’, they’ve been stealin’ sauce (sauce)
soon as i see ’em, i’ma pick ’em off
i got a beard, but i must ask ricky ross (huh?)
god took his time with me
kingpins wanna sign with me

i got this sh-t lit, no need for a candle

[verse 2: eminem]
walkin’ around your party, like where the party at? (yo, where the party at?)

headache, an aleve, i’ma need eight of ’em (woah)
for pete’s sake, i’ve been steppin’ on leaf rakes again (ow)
i keep wakin’ up in the bed with complete strangers (the f-ck are you?)

man, i can’t help it, i’m me, i got the devil in me
let me put it more delicately (yeah)
f-ck your feelings, i’m a felon, p-ssy, you’re jealous of me

even if i swear to celibacy, i’d still be like a female that’s hooking (why?)
ain’t sh-t you can do to stop me from sellin’, p-ssy (oh)
yeah, warped mind, your rhymes
are so f-ckin’ washed up, i call ’em shorelines (woo)
but as long as a nine-year-old’s mind is washable
i’ma search ’til i find the most awfullest line as possible (yeah)
mind is off, all i need is a small little pint of vodka
to be talked into tryna walk up inside of a shriner’s hospital and (-gunfire-)
they’re tryna make marshall the guy responsible
for little joshua’s giant -rs-nal
like i’m also the reason his .9 is c-cked and he brought his tool
and decides to hide it inside of his locker ’til the next time he’s picked on at school

man, i’m beyond childish (b-tch)
when i’m on valiums (yeah)

’cause she hands me some, then says, “c’mon, chow, son
these are non-drowsen, i mean non-drowsy
but they’ll help you calm down some,”
so, before i zonk out, i’m tryna make rob proud
i’m hopin’ this song riles him
i pop like nine thousand, i’m outy, five-thousand (oh)
hold up (one more thing)
spit syllables on the mic and it move
like i’m at drew’s, even if i win or lose
i’m in the news, even my interviews
get like five million views, i get accused
of misogyny because i will massage any b-tch just like a masseuse
mixin’ nyquil and booze, heineken brews
hide ’em inside of my shoes (sike; what the f-ck?)
i’m just playin’, f-ckin’ mumble rap

- eminem 2 chainz

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