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ayrtn - 2 DA MAX (Official Video)
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Young whoppa on your blocka and I got the choppa Look I'm a hot boy, bitch, I burn through the oil I'm also a gem, bitch I came from the soil I keep it a buck, no my shit can not spoil nigga Back in the days, gold teeth with the foil She messing with me and she mess with my steez And she like the way I keep the shine on my teeth (Truss) COVID flaunting my bag, lowkey Would've been doin' shows, gettin' lit overseas I gets weary on the regular She ain't messing with no regular shmegular (No) Bout to get it had to ready up I was jugging niggas pockets off penny up Fire in my heart but I cannot love her I'm keeping it smooth like I bathe in the butter Childish Gambino, I'm just tryna Urn, I put heat on the streets And they're, letting it burn I'm too fly, bitch I burn through the rubber Bare in mind, I do it effortlessly I keep it G, I'm with VV's gettin sushi along with edamames If you're where the vibes is then you must be with me Babygirl, come take a seat on my D I got P.A.L.A.C.E on tee I don't need it so I'm hitting delete Jheeze Louise, I stuff the paper in my CDGs I'm off the Henny, it be leading me She tryna tease me but I can't be teased She tryna impress me, I ain't caring mate I take myself out for some bloody steak I've got the dotty like I'm Shorty Shane I'm kinda skinny, ain't got body weight, yo Toi, tu parles trop, I cannot hang with a chat Bad bitch, fat back But why does that mean that I wanna hit that? (Huh) They ain't letting me in so I had to squeeze through the gaps (Huh) Had to make do with the scraps Now like Pepsi, I go to the max (Huh) Toi, tu parles trop, I cannot hang with a talk Niggas just talk, barely see 'em do the walk I feel like Jack, I'm on top of the beanstalk, yeah, yeah I do not fuck with you niggas, I'm lone wolf, yeah, yeah Baby, excuse me, I'm kind of slow to open up I'm living with some trust issues Baby, excuse me I didn't think once in my life that I would be in love with you They hit me up cause my packs pack a punch to your face It's hitting like it's Terry Crews They say I'm getting way less than I deserve I'm on a mission, I'ma get it soon Your money all midget, I'm getting them bands And I flip it, digits had to double it Got plenty of women, she play with my dick Like a smith 'n' bitches get them by the two I do not play when it comes to the fam I be on the frontline like I'm Pa Salieu I don't know why they be playing with me But I'm on a mission, I'ma get it soon (I'm getting it) I said I'm on a mission, I'm getting it soon And, bitch, I'm a baby, I'm watching cartoons Niggas get swept three-0 with a broom To the mo' I step bad hoes in a room And I been through it too so I understand you Been through the most so I know what it do I clocked you were starting at me, but don't get excited Don't mean that I'm staring at you, yeah Toi, tu parles trop, I cannot hang with a chat Bad bitch, fat back But why does that mean that I wanna hit that? They ain't letting me in so I had to squeeze through the gaps Had to make do with the scraps Now like Pepsi, I go to the max Toi, tu parles trop, I cannot hang with a talk (No) Niggas just talk, barely see 'em do the walk I feel like Jack, I'm on top of the beanstalk, yeah, yeah I do not fuck with you niggas, I'm lone wolf, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Ayrton Seke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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