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Two Seater
by Willow Kayne
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I don't fuck with many, I'll buy myself a two seater
Apple on my butt, so I'm calling it Lil Bonita
I walked in the building with attitude, I'm the leader
I'm the type that people say, damn, I hope I can meet her
I don't fuck with many, I'll buy myself a two seater
Apple on my butt, so I'm calling it Lil Bonita
I walked in the building with attitude, I'm the leader
I'm the type that people say, damn, I hope I can meet her
If he chatting shit, better pass me the blunt first
Call me wet to your friends, then come to my concert
Honey, see me on the stage, I eat it like it's dessert
Met your mans the other day, he was gassing how I would squirt
It was a big mess, made a big mess, like I'm Ivorian, no stress
Cheated like test valedictorian (kidding)
I don't do that shit, my name ain't Lucy, hun
If I'ma fuck a man, I'll make sure he a single one
The world, it chose you
Live how you wanna
Just do your own thing
Man, we're alive
Just mind your business
Don't hurt each other
Just do your own thing
Man, we're alive
I don't fuck with many, I'll buy myself a two seater
Apple on my butt, so I'm calling it Lil Bonita
I walked in the building with attitude, I'm the leader
I'm the type that people say, damn, I hope I can meet her
I don't fuck with many, I'll buy myself a two seater
Apple on my butt, so I'm calling it Lil Bonita
I walked in the building with attitude, I'm the leader
I'm the type that people say, damn, I hope I can meet her
I'm getting the icky, it's sticky in my surroundings
I can barely breathe, man, they pushing me and I'm drowning
Treating their blessings like it's paper 'cause, bitch, I'm counting
And I ain't got fingers for days, bitch
They saying "We go way back", that shit chat
Don't test me, can't try that
Want make plans, mine paper
You miss me, don't say that, nah
I don't mess with bitches bussin' lies
If you see me in the street better put on a disguise, what?
The world, it chose you
Live how you wanna
Just do your own thing
Man, we're alive
Just mind your business
Don't hurt each other
Just do your own thing
Man, we're alive
I don't fuck with many, I'll buy a two seater
Apple on my butt, so I call it Bonita (bitch)
I don't fuck with many, I'll buy myself a two seater
Apple on my butt, so I'm calling it Lil Bonita
I walked in the building with attitude, I'm the leader
I'm the type that people say, damn, I hope I can meet her
I don't fuck with many, I'll buy myself a two seater
Apple on my butt, so I'm calling it Lil Bonita
I walked in the building with attitude, I'm the leader
I'm the type that people say, damn, I hope I can meet her
If he chatting shit, better pass me the blunt first
Call me wet to your friends, then come to my concert
Honey, see me on the stage, I eat it like it's dessert
Met your mans the other day, he was gassing how I would squirt
It was a big mess, made a big mess, like I'm Ivorian, no stress
Cheated like test valedictorian (kidding)
I don't do that shit, my name ain't Lucy, hun
If I'ma fuck a man, I'll make sure he a single one
The world, it chose you
Live how you wanna
Just do your own thing
Man, we're alive
Just mind your business
Don't hurt each other
Just do your own thing
Man, we're alive
I don't fuck with many, I'll buy myself a two seater
Apple on my butt, so I'm calling it Lil Bonita
I walked in the building with attitude, I'm the leader
I'm the type that people say, damn, I hope I can meet her
I don't fuck with many, I'll buy myself a two seater
Apple on my butt, so I'm calling it Lil Bonita
I walked in the building with attitude, I'm the leader
I'm the type that people say, damn, I hope I can meet her
I'm getting the icky, it's sticky in my surroundings
I can barely breathe, man, they pushing me and I'm drowning
Treating their blessings like it's paper 'cause, bitch, I'm counting
And I ain't got fingers for days, bitch
They saying "We go way back", that shit chat
Don't test me, can't try that
Want make plans, mine paper
You miss me, don't say that, nah
I don't mess with bitches bussin' lies
If you see me in the street better put on a disguise, what?
The world, it chose you
Live how you wanna
Just do your own thing
Man, we're alive
Just mind your business
Don't hurt each other
Just do your own thing
Man, we're alive
I don't fuck with many, I'll buy a two seater
Apple on my butt, so I call it Bonita (bitch)
