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LIL WAYNE & 2 CHAINZ DROPPED A CLASSIC?! "Welcome 2 Collegrove" (Full Album) REACTION
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
2 Chainz
2 Chainz
Vocals
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Vocals
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
STREETRUNNER
STREETRUNNER
Strings
Mighty Max
Mighty Max
Saxophone
TreVon “Von Waters” Waters
Additional Vocals
Sitara
Sitara
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tarik Azzouz
Tarik Azzouz
Songwriter
Tauheed Epps
Tauheed Epps
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Nicholas M. Warwar
Nicholas M. Warwar
Songwriter
Maxime Berton
Maxime Berton
Songwriter
William Roberts
William Roberts
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
STREETRUNNER
STREETRUNNER
Producer
Manny Galvez
Manny Galvez
Recording Engineer
Cristal Viramontes
Cristal Viramontes
Recording Engineer
Nolan Presley
Nolan Presley
Recording Engineer
Finis "KY" White
Finis "KY" White
Mixing Engineer
Mighty Max
Mighty Max
Producer
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I can't believe you, man, for real No, I can't, I can't, can't believe you (yeah) (No, I can't, no, I can't) I can't believe you No, I can't, I can't, can't believe you (no gettin' pussy 'til you got money ass niggas) I can't believe you I can't, I can't believe you (No, I can't, no, I can't) I can't believe you No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (No, I can't, no, I can't) Uh, rivalry appear, cauliflower his ear Multi-task, count cash, drive dodgin' a deal The Moncler is clear, you can see the bodyguard My circumference surrounded in fog, yellow wrist corn on the cob I know you was a façade, I know you want me starve I know you want me to bleed, I see the feign in your heart Don't know the pain in my heart, just see the paint on my cars Know I'm the same as a king, know I'm the same as a god Don't have to say anything, they can still tell us apart Know I'm not leavin' my wife if they try to tear us apart Know I'm not leavin' this life is they try to make us abort Kept callin' 12 on us, know that that make us annoyed Went to the mountain top with a shield, cross and a sword Keep eatin' rappers, so they say I'm a cannibal Can't blame me, I'ma hold 'em accountable No, I can't, I can't, can't believe you (yeah) No, I can't, no, I can't (I can't believe you) No, I can't, I can't, can't believe you (no gettin' pussy 'til you got money ass niggas, haha) I can't believe you I can't, I can't believe you No, I can't, no, I can't (I can't believe you) No, I can't, I can't, can't believe you (uh) No, I can't, no, I can't (I can't believe you) (Maybach Music) Convictions will turn your common sense to commissary Convinced that your co-defendants keep it honorary Catchin' the bus is where you had those conversations Let's patch our money up and drop a compilation (huh) Road to riches, niggas out here rentin' Rolls Lackin' mackin' got these here niggas rentin' hoes Hustle backwards, movin' mom into a rented home You got some money, homie, but you did it wrong You think of bitches as opportunities money make I look at blessings as lessons, and pray for one a day Can't believe all these niggas be sweet as funnel cake I'm from the era of dope boys versus Ronald Reagan (M-M-M) Eyes wide, on your back, breathin' on the pavement Shots fired half a block, played for the Lakers Started as the shorties in the class misbehavin' (uh) Another nigga dead just because he made it (Maybach Music) No, I can't, I can't, can't believe you (yeah) No, I can't, no, I can't (I can't believe you) No, I can't, I can't, can't believe you (no gettin' pussy 'til you got money ass niggas, haha) I can't believe you I can't, I can't believe you No, I can't, no, I can't (I can't believe you) No, I can't, I can't, can't believe you (Collegrove) No, I can't, no, I can't (I can't believe you) Un-fuckin'-believable, I don't fuckin' believe in you I'll get you shot up in front of a cathedral And in front of the media, that's from me to you Heard the feds been meetin' you A whole lot of shit that you've been agreein' to Who you speakin' to? You foreign to me, nigga, that's the European you You should hate bein' you One of these choppa bullets'll make three of you Pull up in the vehicle, pow Pull off laughin' lookin' in the rear view Ain't no tellin' what we'll do When it's them or me, him or me, or me or you Watch how the semi do, it'll turn the grizzly into Winnie Pooh Believe that, no Corona, I'ma pull up in a fuckin' ski mask Niggas rattin' on us and I'm too grown to be a Chuck E. Cheese fan He-Man, smokin' the strong, the blunt is longer than me hand OG strains, stay in my zone but sometimes known to freelance Pecan skin tone, but redbone when she mad And she can, watch the throne or kiss my royalty ass I can't believe you, quarterback to wide receiver Can't trust you far as I can throw you, far as I can see you Un-fuckin'-believable, they don't want the presence No, I can't, I can't, can't believe you (yeah) No, I can't, no, I can't (I can't believe you) No, I can't, I can't, can't believe you (no gettin' pussy 'til you got money ass niggas, haha) I can't believe you I can't, I can't believe you No, I can't, no, I can't (I can't believe you) No, I can't, I can't, can't believe you (uh) No, I can't, no, I can't (I can't believe you) I can't, I won't, I don't I ain't, ain't gon' believe you I can't, I can't I just can't believe you I can't believe you
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Tauheed Epps, William Leonard Roberts, Tarik Azzous, Nicholas M Warwar, Sitara Kanhai, Che Michael Olson, Trevon Malik Waters, Maxime Breton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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