Yeah (nah), dig (ha)
(Nah, nah, real flame)
What, what, what, wala
Ha-ha-ha (flame him over, right, good God)
Haha
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga
Huh, uh, stain a nigga (blaow)
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga
Huh, uh, stain a nigga (blaow)
I got thirty a clip, one in the throat (throat)
Rhyme flow thirty below, I'm thirty and O, uh (woo)
Pink pussy, take it to go, hell of a show (hell)
Rings, chains, elegant, though, better than most
You know I gotta stand on that shit, stay on my post (uh)
2 Chainz and Wayne like Rae and Ghost (ghost)
I wish you all luck, now let's make a toast (cheers)
Got my girl in the buckets, speed up your pulse (nyoom)
She a cutie pie, I ate all the crust (all the crust)
And I move the weight, I got all results (all results)
Long ass joint, look like a MARTA bus (MARTA)
I asked the fans who loved me, they like, "All of us" (yeah)
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga
Huh, uh, stain a nigga (blaow)
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga
Huh, uh, stain a nigga (blaow)
Collegrove 2, shame on you
I will leave your homie brains on you, then aim for you
Wayne and 2 Chainz goin' Wu-Tang on you
All we need is a track, and we run a train on you, choo
Snap, crackle, pop, don't worry, it's lobster tail
The bezel on the watch cost more than the watch itself
I don't do tick-tock like a Rollie, but watch yourself
You just like a pimple 'til I make you pop yourself
Five star, bitch, I got bars like a phone that just got charged
So like Bruce Willis, I die hard
My God, you catch feelings, that's my fault
Feelings hurt, I put them on I-R
Drop off in R times R, not four
But I'm sure, that the shit I wore was Tom Ford
Keep a shotgun on me like I love the great outdoors
Pockets fat as f*ck, look like they need to get out more, bars
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga (shame)
Huh, uh, stain a nigga (blaow)
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga (yeah, yeah)
Huh, uh, stain a nigga (blaow)
Collegrove 2, shame on you
Shame on you
Collegrove 2, shame on you
I'll leave your homie brains on you, then aim for you, baow
Collegrove
Chainz and Wayne, nigga, we like Chef and Ghost
It's Tru and Mula, Trula, baby
Sicker than Wuhan, baby
2 Chainz - Shame Lyrics
2 Chainz - Shame Lyrics
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Yeah (nah), dig (ha)
(Nah, nah, real flame)
What, what, what, wala
Ha-ha-ha (flame him over, right, good God)
Haha
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga
Huh, uh, stain a nigga (blaow)
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga
Huh, uh, stain a nigga (blaow)
I got thirty a clip, one in the throat (throat)
Rhyme flow thirty below, I'm thirty and O, uh (woo)
Pink pussy, take it to go, hell of a show (hell)
Rings, chains, elegant, though, better than most
You know I gotta stand on that shit, stay on my post (uh)
2 Chainz and Wayne like Rae and Ghost (ghost)
I wish you all luck, now let's make a toast (cheers)
Got my girl in the buckets, speed up your pulse (nyoom)
She a cutie pie, I ate all the crust (all the crust)
And I move the weight, I got all results (all results)
Long ass joint, look like a MARTA bus (MARTA)
I asked the fans who loved me, they like, "All of us" (yeah)
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga
Huh, uh, stain a nigga (blaow)
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga
Huh, uh, stain a nigga (blaow)
Collegrove 2, shame on you
I will leave your homie brains on you, then aim for you
Wayne and 2 Chainz goin' Wu-Tang on you
All we need is a track, and we run a train on you, choo
Snap, crackle, pop, don't worry, it's lobster tail
The bezel on the watch cost more than the watch itself
I don't do tick-tock like a Rollie, but watch yourself
You just like a pimple 'til I make you pop yourself
Five star, bitch, I got bars like a phone that just got charged
So like Bruce Willis, I die hard
My God, you catch feelings, that's my fault
Feelings hurt, I put them on I-R
Drop off in R times R, not four
But I'm sure, that the shit I wore was Tom Ford
Keep a shotgun on me like I love the great outdoors
Pockets fat as f*ck, look like they need to get out more, bars
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga (shame)
Huh, uh, stain a nigga (blaow)
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga (yeah, yeah)
Huh, uh, stain a nigga (blaow)
Collegrove 2, shame on you
Shame on you
Collegrove 2, shame on you
I'll leave your homie brains on you, then aim for you, baow
Collegrove
Chainz and Wayne, nigga, we like Chef and Ghost
It's Tru and Mula, Trula, baby
Sicker than Wuhan, baby
(Nah, nah, real flame)
What, what, what, wala
Ha-ha-ha (flame him over, right, good God)
Haha
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga
Huh, uh, stain a nigga (blaow)
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga
Huh, uh, stain a nigga (blaow)
I got thirty a clip, one in the throat (throat)
Rhyme flow thirty below, I'm thirty and O, uh (woo)
Pink pussy, take it to go, hell of a show (hell)
Rings, chains, elegant, though, better than most
You know I gotta stand on that shit, stay on my post (uh)
2 Chainz and Wayne like Rae and Ghost (ghost)
I wish you all luck, now let's make a toast (cheers)
Got my girl in the buckets, speed up your pulse (nyoom)
She a cutie pie, I ate all the crust (all the crust)
And I move the weight, I got all results (all results)
Long ass joint, look like a MARTA bus (MARTA)
I asked the fans who loved me, they like, "All of us" (yeah)
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga
Huh, uh, stain a nigga (blaow)
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga
Huh, uh, stain a nigga (blaow)
Collegrove 2, shame on you
I will leave your homie brains on you, then aim for you
Wayne and 2 Chainz goin' Wu-Tang on you
All we need is a track, and we run a train on you, choo
Snap, crackle, pop, don't worry, it's lobster tail
The bezel on the watch cost more than the watch itself
I don't do tick-tock like a Rollie, but watch yourself
You just like a pimple 'til I make you pop yourself
Five star, bitch, I got bars like a phone that just got charged
So like Bruce Willis, I die hard
My God, you catch feelings, that's my fault
Feelings hurt, I put them on I-R
Drop off in R times R, not four
But I'm sure, that the shit I wore was Tom Ford
Keep a shotgun on me like I love the great outdoors
Pockets fat as f*ck, look like they need to get out more, bars
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga (shame)
Huh, uh, stain a nigga (blaow)
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga (yeah, yeah)
Huh, uh, stain a nigga (blaow)
Collegrove 2, shame on you
Shame on you
Collegrove 2, shame on you
I'll leave your homie brains on you, then aim for you, baow
Collegrove
Chainz and Wayne, nigga, we like Chef and Ghost
It's Tru and Mula, Trula, baby
Sicker than Wuhan, baby
Writer: Tauheed Epps, Dwayne Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group