Ya’ll Ain’t lyrics

by

Pete Rock


[Intro: 2 Chainz]
I don’t know what it is
I ain’t even been here
This is like I come
Home, I hear sh*t
And they whispering, it was like they sneak-saying sh*t

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
I’m winning, I don’t know naan n*ggas here
Came in this motherf*cker by myself
Smoking on strong, holding on my di*k like oh!
My gold on, I'm the bomb
I’m talkin’ gold mine, n*ggas takin’ shots at me
I send ‘em back, I tell ‘em hold mine
Now touchdown, goal line

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Y'all ain’t killing sh*t
Yeah, y’all ain’t killing sh*t
I’m on my millionaire sh*t
My black leather and my yellow b*tch
So tell your b*tch to go tell a b*tch
I got a better b*tch, ever since
I’ve been booming

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
The b*tch I’m with, looks just like she clueless
Work tape, to her bra she movin’
Daddy U-Haul, no RuPaul, there’s no gay sh*t
No fake sh*t, I’m from the A, b*tch
That gun talk, conversation
Fire!
[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Y'all ain’t killing sh*t
Yeah, y’all ain’t killing sh*t
I’m on my millionaire sh*t
My black leather and my yellow b*tch
So tell your b*tch to go tell a b*tch
I got a better b*tch, ever since
I’ve been booming

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
b*tch I’m with, look just like she Cuban
I met her in Miami by the pool and
My closet, so big we can play hoop in
Got your b*tch in my living room and she droolin’
Damn

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Y'all ain’t killing sh*t
Yeah, y’all ain’t killing sh*t
I’m on my millionaire sh*t
My black leather and my yellow b*tch
So tell your b*tch to go tell a b*tch
I got a better b*tch, ever since
I’ve been booming

[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]
Extendo clip
You gon’ need a ruler n*gga
Yeah, I got brain, don’t need a tutor n*gga
No days off, a Ferris Bueller n*gga
Computer love? You gettin’ love on a computer n*gga?!
Damn!
[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Y'all ain’t killing sh*t
Yeah, y’all ain’t killing sh*t
I’m on my millionaire sh*t
My black leather and my yellow b*tch
So tell your b*tch to go tell a b*tch
I got a better b*tch, ever since
I’ve been booming

[Verse 5: Cap-1]
Yeah, ever since we been boomin’ n*gga
C4 we had detours and we stay on top of that moolah n*gga
Got another chick, with another b*tch
And another chick that look sexy with me
Got a hundred bottles with the sparkles coming
Turnt up in my section
Getting it like boom!
In the streets with that product
All we hold is them choppers
Soufside and that’s with an F
And that F still stand for f*ck these n*ggas
Got a red b*tch, and her head sick
And her ass fat, and we still get rich
Gone
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