Lyrics:
when they claim they live it
So I stay hot tipping with that
Drip, but drop it like it a
Hot track
I don't break for the summer
Catch a tan
And a band
it up the block for a nigga can pop
I'm a born hustler but a pimp pimp player
2-G and 2 its Big Tymer year
Doing donuts in the drop top with Cartiers
Come fuck with this bougie nigga
Come fuck with this bougie nigga
High fashion Ksubi nigga
You fuck with them booty niggas
'Cause you fuck with them
Tunechi and 2 Chainz
Tunechi and 2 Chainz
ColleGrove on!
Told a bitch you mothafuckin' right
Told a bitch you mothafuckin' right
Told a bitch
Drip drop drizzle in the 2-0 sizzle
Drip drop drizzle in the 2-0 sizzle
Drip drop drizzle in the 2-0 sizzle
Stay true to the game maximize potential
what i thought without having a clue
My bitch had love for two, love for two
Shot me through my heart (Thou thou)
Lust is tough on the ones who yearn
The pen, the sword, in accord
I got a taste for both
Original blows are critical
Rarely play the tropes
I live my life by the way
The one that I
Hey lil mama got me talkin' real reckless
She from philly but her ass from texas
Ima eat the booty up like that shits my breakfast
Like eggs benedict
block wit' the same crew
'N' everybody sitting fat living good
'N' I'm the only nigga dat be rappin' in my hood
I was raise by the hustlas 'n' gain by
this bitch, dipped freshly
New Lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs that make me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, rugged
county like a parade or second line
Chew a crew up, bitch ever tryin' to press his luck
I do a walk-by and leave him dry like a pool puck
And like a mad
and
Step out my groove and let out my tools
The hammer kill, the hammer
Will make you stop
Drop and roll like you slipped
On a banana peel
Live by the code
booties make me smile aint seen one like that in a while now bust it back drop it down you got them jeans on (how) bet you had to jump up and down don't
Hop out with the Two Step Flex
Where them bitches at?
Man that booty hot
See her shaking that by the pool
They just wanna vibe on pills
I ain’t into
gs's sendin messages
two and two makes four, cristal's crazily pour
gun wars my crew phantom like swords
verse three: ghostface killer
with the green
high
I look into her eyes, she ain't being shy
She wearing those white Nikes, looking so fly
Going to the union with my crew by my side
We all grabbin
PLANES 2 SEA
Written by Jared Price, All Rights Reserved Koma Toast LLC
INTRO
Yeah Imma make it plane 2 sea
Just a lil story Bout J to the P
Yeah
grade, no Reggie Miller, uh
iPhone one, pull up take it, uh
By iPhone two, get it with the crew
iPhone eight, niggas had the Drac' (dot-dot-dot)
Just did one for the money now I'll do two for the show and
When I drop the third body I'm gettin' ready to hit the road
I'm spendin' bloody money in
by
Step back, is what I let out my mouth
When I take a look at what caught my eye
The booty was so fat it made me hiccup
You can even see her when she
a feeling drop and it's 2 in the morning when a pill get popped, ok
I ain't ever feel no thot no way
I been on a paper chase, stacking up chips like a bag
wit a Mercedes drop
Bitch sleazy, silly if you think I aint laid the plot
So when I beat your box you beg I never make it stop
Watch that lil booty
my tank from Florida she
A pay for my gas ass for my nigga drop-a
Somewhere tryna watch her
Pregnant by another man but you
Wanna be the papa nut, come
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
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