Lyrics:
Lil' bitch go crazy like anime (yeah)
Can't keep her hands off me (nah)
I don't wanna ghost you too
Rather be Danny, make this Phantom (poof)
Two
for what you possess
We could live in my Plug Two home
And on Mars where we could be all alone
And we make a song for two
Picture perfect things
for what you possess
We could live in my Plug Two home
And on Mars where we could be all alone
And we make a song for two
Picture perfect things
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
(it's) eight bars, for the first four bars
You could
Get, like, riff it, get crazy, but like
When I start
Saying two seater and shit, like that part
You
Racks bussing out the jeans
I got blues, coming out the seams
Pour a two, I be on the lean
On my shoe, I got the Supreme
Swerving
Rolling me in Bohan, going bowling with Roman
Bellic it's getting hectic but, check it
I come from Poland i'm blowing up in London
There's only one thing
smell it i can sell it so i'm packaging shots
Cos i got nothing to lose but so much to win
I use to wrap it in twos and throw out the cling
Cah they say
on silent and mute mode
The power to do so, my pockets is sumo
Gettin' the mula by the minuto
Mafia Nuvo, I am the uno
Real boss nigga, should model for
with my wiener and told me to eat her
Speedin in my 2 seater, we drinkin a liter
My heart cold, like the freezer
Raise the temperature meter, I reach for
inside it's killin' me, but soon it's gon' be killin' you
To see her in that two-seater, know that's gon' hurt your feelings, boo
Ah-ha, didn't you think
knocked down by a church girl she fooled me look innocent
Its no limit bitch free them menaces. I'll serve your auntie and your uncle
Got pipes on deck for
to me ye yeah (2X)
I stood by, stood by, stood by you
I rode for, rode for you
I stood by ,stood by,stood by you ye ye eahhh
Harmonizes
Sway:
a drop top, two-seater
We could take the top off, aye
For the weekend
Baby you a small town girl from the east side
I'm just hoping you don't hit me with
bound to never move
You got the Steez of a rookie
I got the steez of the dude
I got the keys to the groove
I got the Cream for the soup
If it ring it go
gave up the game for his faith
I feel like I'm caged in these chains and restraints
Grimmin' every stranger in the place while I gaze into space
think, ho? Slow dancin' or bowling?
You tryna hold hands with your homie?
What, you think I'm lookin' for romance 'cause I'm lonely?
Change that tune,
Please forgive your bad son.
At least have some soup
before you leave.
I made it for you.
Yes, mother.
The woodcutter held a bowl of soup
while
Finger rolls, finger waves, closet full of old leathers
Old sweaters, old boots, that's a whole suit for some cold weather
New sale, two L's and some old
two birds with a stone
I'll make a stone soup before it's thrown
Your bird in hand's worth two in the tree
But my stone soup's my cup of tea
Well what's
braves are down by two
Grab a seat and keep your big mouth shut
And don't ruin it for the rest of us
You missed bowling season
Butch blew a perfect
the streets, activate my Bankai (ching)
Nigga my whole life is anime (wow), filled with guns and some drive-bys (brrr)
Thathi mela, swing it (pow)
Nd'gaxil'
Gala, I reek
Two-seater black with the ski, with the glee on me
Do it off the love, know the body be cheap
Move like the mafia, put on for the three
out
Had to do it for the town and the trap niggas
Me and 2 Chainz, its over for you rap niggas
And nothin' says butter like Parkay
And nothin' make
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