Someone To Love Lyrics - 2 Chainz

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I had to give these hoes 

I had to give these hoes someone to love 

I said I had to give these hoes 

I had to give these hoes someone to love 

This what I'm doin' 

This what I'm doin', it's easier than drugs 

I said this what I'm doin' 

This what I'm doin', it's easier than drugs 

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From a P in the pot 

Type of nigga, used to sleep on a cot 

Type of nigga, used to get it and go 

You the type that sold a ki to a cop 

Type of nigga, have your bitch in my spot 

I'm the type to tie her feet in a knot 

Type of nigga, turned a dream to a G 

Type of nigga, turned that G to a drop 

Turn around and take a P on the lot 

Used to say, "Give me codeine on the rocks" 

Used to say, "Kiss it one time" cause that coochie was stankin' 

I sprayed some Febreze on the box, weed in my socks 

Picture of me with a block on the block 

Picture me rollin' 

If I get gunned down today 

Your picture they gon' be holdin' 

Pick up the paper, custodian 

Your bitch about to get stolen, now it is a wrap 

Talkin' aluminum foil 

Tat-tat-tat-tat, what the fuck? Shoot a nigga playin' tunk 

Show me a bitch that is loyal 

I could sell her desert soil 

Love me or love me not 

You cannot go to my mama's spot 

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I'm the type to put the ki on the block 

I'm the type to be the king of the spot 

Push button, ain't no key for the drop 

Tatted my body, I think that I'm Pac 

Got these bitches fallin' through to give me the box 

Bet you niggas wonder how I did it 

Fell in love with sellin' drugs and then I went and got a plug 

And I made a little bit of money, spendin' hundred thousand limits 

I had to give these hoes 

I had to give these hoes someone to love 

Took them 5s and 10s and 20s, added it up 

Took them 50s, 100s, then I went to the club 

They can see what I'm doin' 

See what I'm doin', it's easier than drugs 

In the kitchen water whippin', flippin' pigeons 

Double the digits, the blue money come 

Got the Forgiatto on that new Gallardo 

Blowin' avocado, ridin' through Chicago 

Got the double cup and lean in baby bottle 

Got the shooters with me, black Mercedes follow 

Shoe cost a bando 

Rest in peace Nando 

My bitch came from Cuba, the weed from Cali 

But my plug Mexicano 

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I do this shit for my people now 

They say young Skay got the ether now 

I'm sellin' this shit like illegal now 

I'm comin' back to the teacher now 

We're not the same, I'm a creature now 

Came a long way from them Regals now 

How he hop out of two seaters now? 

That's what them bitches be sayin' 

That's what them niggas be sayin' 

But hate is an ugly trait 

You want somethin' salty go shit in your hand 

Shout out to Cap and his bitch 

He got me whippin' my wrist in a Glad 

Look like I'm whippin' my wrist in a Glad 

All yellow Rollie, is piss on my hand 

I never listen to man 

God told me "give 'em the truth", I've just been spittin' the truth 

That shit you're spittin' ain't true 

I'm just a product, can prove 

I'm somethin' ill in the booth 

I'm known to kill in the booth, I'm known to spill in the booth 

See I keep it better, I'll never talk to a pillar 

And I cannot talk to these niggas, so 

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