Shame Lyrics by 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne
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 *** that tried to run game on a ***
Trip, uh, stain a *** (Blaow)
Shame on a *** that tried to run game on a ***
Trip, stain a *** (Blaow)
I got thirty a clip, one in the throat (Throat)
Rhyme flow thirty below, I’m thirty and O, uh (Woo)
Pink ***, take it to go, hell of a show (Hell)
Rings, chains, elegant, though, better than most
You know I gotta stand on that ***, 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 *** that tried to run game on a ***
Trip, uh, stain a *** (Blaow)
Shame on a *** that tried to run game on a ***
Trip, stain a *** (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, ***, 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 *** I wore was Tom Ford
Keep a shotgun on me like I love the great outdoors
Pockets fat as ***, look like they need to get out more, bars
Shame on a *** that tried to run game on a *** (Shame)
Trip, uh, stain a *** (Blaow)
Shame on a *** that tried to run game on a *** (Yeah, yeah)
Trip, stain a *** (Blaow)
Collegrove 2, shame on you
Shame on you
Collegrove 2, shame on you
I will leave your homie brains on you, then aim for you, baow
Collegrove
Chainz and Wayne, ***, we like Chef and Ghost
It’s true and mula, trula, baby
Sicker than Wu now, baby