We Own It (Fast & Furious) – 2 Chainz/Wiz Khalifa (維茲·卡利法)

Written by：Breyan Isaa

It’s Young Khalifa man

2 Chainz

Money’s the motivation

Money’s the conversation

You on vacation

We gettin’ paid so

We on paycation

I did it for the fam

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We own it, chrome roaring, midnight scoring,

NOS flooding, streets applauding,

2 Chainz gold, Wiz plane mode,

Sky-level goals, pedal never low.

Tires screech, dreams bleed speed,

Every block a checkpoint, every light we beat.

Fast life, no lease, keys jingling belief,

We own the night—till the sun repossess.

Talk Dirty – Jason Derulo/2 Chainz

Lyrics by：E. Frederic/Jason Desrouleaux/Jason Evigan/Ori Kaplan/Sean Douglas/Tamir Muskat/Tauheed Epps/Tomer Yosef

Composed by：E. Frederic/Jason Desrouleaux/Jason Evigan/Ori Kaplan/Sean Douglas/Tamir Muskat/Tauheed Epps/Tomer Yosef

Jason hehehe

Jason Derulo

Hahaha

Get Jazzy on ’em

I’m that flight that you get on

International

First-class seat on my lap girl

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Long story short, I started with a quarter brick,

Now the coupe got horse power like a quarter stick.

2 Chainz, two flames, too legit to quit,

Wayne in the brain, still slangin’ that pimp shit.

Came from the curb where the birds don’t chirp,

Now the ice so cold got the whole earth twerk.

Told shorty, “Hold tight,” she said, “Too thick,”

Long story short—she got dicked, then dismissed.

X on my chest like I’m Malcolm in the lobby

Chain hit the marble, sound like Africa tsunami

Schoolboy slide through the set, two straps, no hobbies

2 Chainz, two flames, coupe paint, no body

Saudi in the cut, AK long like a safari

We don’t do subtitles, talk cash, speak Rands hardly

X marks the spot where the opps got bodied

I’m the glitch in your gospel, angelic but godly

Bass knock, face drop, moonwalk on the concrete

Pray over poison, still pour it for the fallen peace

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Light the gasoline fuse, strike the match in my heart’s dark room,

My songs know what you did—every spark singes your name in the gloom.

Bass drum pounds like regret, snare snaps like promises you broke,

I rose from ash-laden decks, now the smoke writes the truth you choked.

Gold teeth glint like jury, 2 Chainz hang verdict on chain,

Turn the volume, feel the burn; my chorus brands you in permanent flame.