2 Chainz - Feds Watching
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Feds Watching by 2 Chainz featuring Pharrell, Music Lyrics and Video
Feds Watching is the first single by rapper 2 Chainz, off of his upcoming sophomore album, which has a release date of September 10th. The song features Pharrell and is now available on iTunes.
2 Chainz - Feds Watching ft. Pharrell Video (Explicit)
2 Chainz feat. Pharrell - Feds Watching Lyrics [Intro: Pharrell & 2 Chainz] Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow tomorrow Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow tomorrow Ain't no such thing as tomorrow The way we living today, talkin' right now [Verse 1: 2 Chainz] Dreads hang on designer Everything Mr. Comme de Garcon, Mr. Alexander Wang Mr. Chain, pinky ring, flow insane, ho insane Man these shoes I got on these are the hardest I've done seen It look clean when you pour it, I remix it make it dirty If she got good head and text me I text back and tell her hurry It's that category five when I walk up in the strip club Throw it high, make you and George Washington head butt OG's never fed us, now young niggas fed up Ballin' so hard I deserve an and-1 Baking Soda market and I'm gettin' it obviously You a bitch, you a ho, that's just my philosophy And I'm known to kick it like the captain of a soccer team Billie Jean red leather same color red lobster And she'll brain wash ya hair dog I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching [Hook x2: 2 Chainz] I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching Drop toppin', head bobbin' [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] Grams to Grammy's, two guns Yosemite Niggas put their glock on your ass, fuck that Heather B Pumpin' that amphetamines, all this D I'm pedalin I be somewhere settlin', somewhere that you never been To the top you never been, you might need a respirator Money on the rise like I'm counting on a elevator You gon' need a detonator swimming with them barracudas Put that rocket on that ma'fucka prosecutor This Armani, this Givenchy, I parachute you I'm so fly I jumped out the air weang Gucci (Tell 'em!) I'm raw talkin' California rolls Smokin' California weed with California hoes (Truu!) Sendin' flicks to my partners in the state pen I just got some pants made out off snake skin See them shades you got on call Ray-Bans And the shades I got on costs eight bands [Hook x2]