Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Wut We Doin?’ by 2 Chainz. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2 Chainz or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
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What we doin’?
What we doin’?
What we doin’?
What we doin’?
Gettin’ to it
Gettin’ to it
Gettin’ to it
Gettin’ to it
What we doin’? What ya doin?
What we doin’? What ya doin?
What we doin’? What ya doin?
What we doin’?
Gettin’ to it
Gettin’ to it
Gettin’ to it
Gettin’ to it
I am gettin’ to the money
Crocodile Dundee
VIP at the bank, I can go on Sundays
At the strip club, two girls in front of me
Bend over hut one, hut two, hut three
Polo on my drawers, Polo on my shirt
I put Polo on your bra bitch, that Polo, Polo, Polo
Every time you see me takin’ photo after photo
At the red light nigga photo after photo
Dress to impress, snow on my chest
I don’t like her if she got a ‘fro between her legs
I’m a real nigga, and bitches like real
So you is what I ain’t and it is what it is
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Whoa kemosabe, smokin’ is my hobby
Whoa kemosabe, big ballin’ is my hobby
Whoa kemosabe, I met her in the lobby
Then I took her to my room and I got that sloppy toppy
No matter what I’m doing, no matter where I’m going
I am so far ahead I’ll see you niggas in the morning
Two chains on my first chain started cloning
If I die tonight I got a bank roll on me
Versace, cheese on my broccoli
Gold rollie on are you watchin’ all my watches
Stretchin’ out like Pilates
Wash it in my condo, suicide doors
Rest in peace to my car door
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Look, I am gettin’ to that paper ma I’ll see you later
Let the top back all you see is gator
Bad bitch with me got my name on her
She got the buy a purse pussy, spent some change on her
All I do is fuckin’ rap and rap and f*ck some groupies
F*ck her with the camera rollin’ make a fuckin’ movie
Everywhere I go I’m strapped got that fuckin’ tooly
Shout out to all my niggas in the hood, every city that I roll I’m Gucci
Whole team with me, dough we spendin’, two litre sprite, OZs in it
Double cuppin’ then double up got another chick she want to come for lunch
Got a best friend I made her roll up the blunts,
Don’t do that check and let the ho get choosin’
South side nigga, ho we coolin’
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