Shame lyrics - 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 nigga that tried to run game on a nigga

Trip, uh, stain a nigga (Blaow)

Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga

Trip, stain a nigga (Blaow)

I got thirty a clip, one in the throat (Throat)

Rhyme flow thirty below, I'm thirty and O, uh (Woo)

Pink pussy, take it to go, hell of a show (Hell)

Rings, chains, elegant, though, better than most

You know I gotta stand on that shit, 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 nigga that tried to run game on a nigga

Trip, uh, stain a nigga (Blaow)

Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga

Trip, stain a nigga (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, bitch, 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 shit I wore was Tom Ford

Keep a shotgun on me like I love the great outdoors

Pockets fat as fuck, look like they need to get out more, bars

Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga (Shame)

Trip, uh, stain a nigga (Blaow)

Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga (Yeah, yeah)

Trip, stain a nigga (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, nigga, we like Chef and Ghost

It's true and mula, trula, baby

Sicker than Wu now, baby