Hot Wings (Explicit) - 2 Chainz

Lyrics by：Tauheed Epps/Chauncey Hollis Jr/Greg Davis

Composed by：Tauheed Epps/Chauncey Hollis Jr/Greg Davis

Hit boy

I'm the big homie now

Don't forget that I'm the big homie now

I got my spunk Louie Vuitton

Truck in the front what are you doin'

I look so good don't call me Unc'

She wanna suck this ain't a Buick

I pull it up they wanna f**k

We gon' get high what're we doing

I got some Perc I got a pound

I got a crib let's go get to it

I got a semi I got a Draco

Word to my family straight outta ClayCo

Thought I was sweet just like a Faygo

But I had killers all on my payroll

Watch how I move just like it Rayon

Sixty Four Chainz just like the crayons

I bought a hat one with the A on

Pulled out my dick told her to stay on

I had a paper tag on three of 'em

I had the top dropped with the friends

I told 'em deuce one like Deion

I say deuce one like Deion

I go Bruce Wayne on you peons

S**t I f**k with the Falcons true

True

Had more sacks than a lineman

I shoulda got a Heisman too n***a ha

S**t 'cause they hikin' that hike

Check like a Nike hat yup

I got the Midas pack uh

Told the bih quiet relax uh

I got my ho on the other line

I'm not bipolar but borderline

I just might switch lanes drop her off

Go back get fried

That's all she want hot wings

B***hes f**kin' for some hot wings

B***hes f**kin' for American Deli

B***hes f**kin' for some eye cream

She just want her twenty piece

All flats with the lemon pepper

I was the first one to put her in the first class

B***h get your s**t together

B***h ain't never flown before

B***h tried to come through security

With some tennis shoes on ho

Take the s**t off b***h

Real big big boss music

Boss music

Big boss music

Big boss big big boss music

Boss

That big boss music big big big big boss music

That big boss music big big big big boss music

Big boss music

Big big big boss music

Big boss music

Big big big boss music

Big boss music

You better get used to it

Ain't no falling off n***as goin' straight up

You better get used to it

I need a raise I ain't taking paycuts

You better get used to it

Hundred for a verse hundred for a show

You better get used to it

Every ten a mill' on the low

I'm all about the bag no need to brag

Ring cost a Jag dreads to the back like a shag

Shag

Smoke you like SIG in the mag

I'm all over that

They callin' me Flair

They callin' me DiBiase

My girl ballin Taurasi

Two Chainz time Versaci

They don't sell 'em in Foot Locker

Curve game on BluBlocker

Southside with a F

F stand for a few options

Dealership I don't do auctions

F**k clothes I need a new closet

My new watch is moonwalkin'

This somethin' she don't do often

B***h ain't never flown before

Uh

B***h tried to come through security

With some tennis shoes on ho

Take the s**t off b***h

Real big big boss music

Yeah

Big boss music

Big boss big big boss music

I'm the big homie now

Boss music big big big big boss music

I'm the big homie

That big boss music big big big big boss music

Big boss music

Big big big boss music

Big big

Big boss music

Big big big boss music

I'm the big homie now

Yeah

I'm the big homie now yeah

I'm the big homie now

Now now now