Dead Man Walking (feat. Future) - 2 Chainz

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I see dead men walking
Buddah bless this beat
I see dead men walking
I see dead men walking
I see dead men walking (toni)
I see dead men walking
I see dead men walking

She got a straight pin walkin'
I got the dead men flockin'
I got the hand-held rocket
I never count a man pocket
I get through the red tape
I'm 'bout to race a red wraith
Dressed every day like the red carpet
I'm showin' growth, had to dreadlock it
I get long neck, ostrich
I take a sexy thing shopping
I'm doin' everything, bossin'
I'm smokin' mary jane, flossin'
I got the sauce like teriyaki
Kickin' my shit like Texas walker
You and your homie are the same target
Put you both in the same coffin
South l schwarzenegger, strong pay
Porsche killer, klepto, ho-stealer
Highlights, sportscenter
Big money, no feelings
Big car, no ceiling
Big deal, big wheelin'
Richard mille, six figures

I see dead men walking (yeah)
I see dead men walking (yeah)
I see dead men walking (uh)
I see dead men walking (damn)
I see dead men walking (uh)
I see dead men walking (yeah)
I see dead men walking
Yeah

Vintage Rolex, redd foxx
Pussy soakin', bedrock
Made the coke pop lock
Yeah turn hard rock
Push up on ya exotic, uh-huh
I put codeine in my body, uh-huh
I put tattoos on my body, uh-huh
Richard mille cost a bugatti, uh-huh
Ain't have no sheets on the bed (woo)
I was just countin' up the deads
Hopped on the g4, the stewardess gave me head, chi-chi, woo
I know how to change my voice, finna rob me a nigga, brrt, give it up
Know how to hold that fork in the pyrex pot, then you cook it up, hmm, hmm
I keep the fives, the tens, the fifties and hundreds are slices of bread, yeah
My chains are hittin' her head, I still got licked up, yeah, yeah
Talkin' to my main bitch, gettin' my dick sucked, yeah, yeah
Plug talk, quarter-brick, bricked up, ayy

2 Chainz - Dead Man Walking (feat. Future)