Long Story Short lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne

 This life gon' be the death of me

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (Blunt)

Blunt to my lips, gun on my (Blunt, blunt)

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Wake up, light the blunt I put out 'fore I fell asleep

My bitch look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I'm sellin' keys

My dick feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee

You livin' life vicariously, this life gon' be the death of me

And she don't care where I skeet, hit that ho from hair to feet

She walk out here, she wearin' me, I talk my shit, she smellin' me

And all I hear is jealousy, I call them niggas jelly beans

Love my trigger finger so much, I bought it a wedding ring, yeah

Yeah, let's get married

Cut off his head and the rest get buried

Cross on my head like a Presbyterian

Tell him he dead and upset his parents

Tears get shed only if you carin'

Right on his head, see the red beam blarin'

Two twelve gauges like twenty four karats, hol' up

Ain't that a bitch? I might bang at your bitch

If I go at her neck, I might hang that lil' bitch

Scope on the TEC and it came with that shit

I could hit you up from any range with that bitch

Got papers on Draco, a case in Laredo

You fuck with me wrong, I'ma bake your potato

I twist his head up just like a tornado

Pull out the toast, I'm like, "Leggo my Eggo"

I buss down a Quaalude, fuck on a gay ho

Can't find a straight a ho, but I ain't complainin'

That's how my day go, I said, "Okay, ho"

I been on my Jay, ho, I'm Ben and she J.Lo

She been to Barbados, I take her to Caicos

All of this bread and she can't get a bagel

All of that said, I can't really stay though

I hop in the Lamb' and crank it like Fabo, I'm gone

Wake up, light the blunt I put out 'fore I fell asleep

My bitch look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I'm sellin' keys

My dick feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee

You livin' life vicariously, this life gon' be the death of me

I make you cum, you cannot leave, I drown my heart in kerosene

A+ off in parenting, get my kids damn near everything

'Fore you get a wedding ring, better get her ass a belly ring

Soon as I start trappin', man, my phone, it wouldn't even barely ring

I don't compete, but you can't compete

Plain Jane, Patek Phillippe

I'm with my lady, we came to eat

My stomach, you'd think that it changed the beat

We on a date, make it rain some ones

They want no change, but the change gon' come

Soon as I say it, it's said and done

And my screensaver my favorite gun

I'm rockin', I'm swervin'

I'm poppin', detergent

Get money, it's urgent

God bless her surgeon

I rub my hands, Birdman

Double cup, lean head

I done been the weed man

It's a blessin' you ain't dead

I keep it rollin' like paraplegic

I'm better, believe it, you better believe it

Ho bitin' on me like every mosquito

I'm wearin' shades, think I'm starin' at people

I did the math and ain't no way we equal

This Collegrove 2 and so this is the sequel, mm, mm

This Collegrove 2 and so this is the sequel

Wake up, light the blunt I put out 'fore I fell asleep

My bitch look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I'm sellin' keys

My dick feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee

You livin' life vicariously, this life gon' be the death of me

Blunt

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Blunt to my lips, gun on my (Blunt, blunt)

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (Blunt, blunt)

This life gon' be the death of me

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (Blunt)

Blunt to my lips, gun on my (Blunt, blunt)

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (Blunt)

This life gon' be the death of me