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letra de resume - the colleagues

[intro: 2 chainz]
(the colleagues)
yeah
okay
all that i can say
2 chainz

[chorus: 2 chainz]
all that i can say (say), check my resume (okay)
i been eatin’ shrimp and crab legs every day (tell ’em)
i been smokin’ loud (loud), and chillin’ ’round my way (my way)
and, yeah, my girl a diva, that’s all that i can say (yeah)

[verse: 2 chainz]
i’m flyin’ over these n-ggas (these n-ggas), on an airplane with her (with her)
stupid s-x symbol (yeah), hair weave k!ller
two hundred on my dashboard, no tag on the asteroid
i’m ahead of these n-ggas (yeah), let’s just call it fast-forward (yeah)
your girl throw me that ass (ass), i don’t have to ask for it (nah)
then i’m gone in a flash, let’s just call me flash gordon
my girl a ten, the world is big, so is my rims, they call me slim
my pockets ain’t, f-ck what you think, go hard in the paint, above the rim
i dove in, my flow is like oh, no again
this n-gga done smoked the whole o again and poured a whole four again (yeah)
feel like i’m on g road again (yeah), born to win (yeah)
two cups in my other hand
i hate hoes, hoes hate me, quote-unquote, poison clan (tell ’em)
sippin’ mai tai off in mai tai, eatin’ jail food
flipped a four-way and bought a crib with four bedrooms
i used to use my shoebox for ben franklin tomb (tomb)
they need to call my album real n-ggas comin’ soon (yeah)
[chorus: 2 chainz]
all that i can say (say), check my resume (okay)
i been eatin’ shrimp and crab legs every day (tell ’em)
i been smokin’ loud (loud), and chillin’ ’round my way (my way)
and, yeah, my girl a diva, that’s all that i can say (yeah)
all that i can say (say), check my resume (okay)
i been eatin’ shrimp and crab legs every day (tell ’em)
i been smokin’ loud (loud), and chillin’ ’round my way (my way)
and, yeah, my girl a diva, that’s all that i can say (yeah)

[verse 2: 2 chainz]
yeah, my girl a diva (diva), but she roll my reefer (reefer)
and she look like tyra (tyra), but her name is keisha (keisha)
yeah, my girl a diva (diva), but she roll my reefer (reefer)
and she look like tyra (tyra), but her name is keisha (keisha)
smokin’ on that keisha, bought a bag of irene
chocolate whip, vanilla seats, ac blow out ice cream
riding high with my team, hitting hard like ali
i was ’bout to die, but they put money in my iv (ooh)

[outro: 2 chainz]
d-mn
slow down, son, you’re k!llin’ ’em
for real

- the colleagues

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