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self titled 2
by Yung Baller
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Uh, uh, what
Self titled two
Self-self titled two, bitch
Self titled two
In this bitch, in this bitch
It's self titled two
She wanna tie me like her shoes
She wanna tie the knot, oh yeah
I wanna box, oh yeah
She don't wanna stop, oh yeah
Keeping my knots
She wanna stop
Got my shorty on lock, i don't sell no rocks
Shorty wanna box, Roddy Ricch, the box
YB vs. the world, didn't go hard enough
So i came back
Do that money dance, got a money sack
Now i do what i want, headass
Get that money (uh, yeah)
Green like grass (uh, yeah)
Get that dash, do the digital dash, do the digital dash
Wearing my mask, she got a flat ass
No-no can't do that
Got the runtz in my dome, i'm up to the max
Drinking all my Pepsi Max
Self titled two, self-self titled two
Self titled two, self-self titled two
Self titled two, self-self titled two
Self titled two, self-self titled two
YB vs. the world, shorty you are not my girl
Buy her diamonds and pearls, hello, my name is Earl
Perfect YB tape, i should be sleeping its late
Perky 30 got me choosing my fate
I feel big, i am Nate, i feel big this my estate
Welcome to my estate
Comes with a crib, comes with a lake
I don't want chips, unless they are baked
You are not sober, bitch you are baked, uh
What bitch can i have for tomorrow
Changing my bitches like a Monte Carlo
Oh shit i'm drunk, there's always tomorrow
Whens there self titled two, self-self titled two
Self-self titled two
Self titled two, self-self titled two
Self titled two, self-self titled two
Perfect-perfect, perfect YB tape
I'm a king so i get fed my grapes
You gotta go, already told you it's getting late
Uh, uh, what
Self titled two
Self-self titled two, bitch
Self titled two
In this bitch, in this bitch
It's self titled two
She wanna tie me like her shoes
She wanna tie the knot, oh yeah
I wanna box, oh yeah
She don't wanna stop, oh yeah
Keeping my knots
She wanna stop
Got my shorty on lock, i don't sell no rocks
Shorty wanna box, Roddy Ricch, the box
YB vs. the world, didn't go hard enough
So i came back
Do that money dance, got a money sack
Now i do what i want, headass
Get that money (uh, yeah)
Green like grass (uh, yeah)
Get that dash, do the digital dash, do the digital dash
Wearing my mask, she got a flat ass
No-no can't do that
Got the runtz in my dome, i'm up to the max
Drinking all my Pepsi Max
Self titled two, self-self titled two
Self titled two, self-self titled two
Self titled two, self-self titled two
Self titled two, self-self titled two
YB vs. the world, shorty you are not my girl
Buy her diamonds and pearls, hello, my name is Earl
Perfect YB tape, i should be sleeping its late
Perky 30 got me choosing my fate
I feel big, i am Nate, i feel big this my estate
Welcome to my estate
Comes with a crib, comes with a lake
I don't want chips, unless they are baked
You are not sober, bitch you are baked, uh
What bitch can i have for tomorrow
Changing my bitches like a Monte Carlo
Oh shit i'm drunk, there's always tomorrow
Whens there self titled two, self-self titled two
Self-self titled two
Self titled two, self-self titled two
Self titled two, self-self titled two
Perfect-perfect, perfect YB tape
I'm a king so i get fed my grapes
You gotta go, already told you it's getting late
