2mph (feat. Big K.R.I.T.)

I'm going 2 miles a hour so everybody sees me

2 miles a hour so everybody sees me

2 miles a hour so everybody sees me

Everybody sees me, everybody sees me

2 miles a hour so everybody sees me

2 miles a hour so everybody sees me

2 miles a hour so everybody sees me

Everybody sees me, everybody sees me

Rolling in this Caddy, ho

Looking like yo' daddy, hoe

Say you from the 'Wood, but I know you from the Valley, though

Always got your hair down, man, you know these Cali hoes

My life is a video, but you ain't got no cameo

Call me the banana boat, lemme see your cantaloupes

Don't invite your homegirls, them hoes look like antelopes

She want me to ram her though, right on the piano

I was like eh, no

Fuck am I, D'Angelo?

Yes, I-I-I am a pro

And I seen your bitch before

And she told me this before

Yes, I-I-I am a ho

And I want to leave you, you just won't let me go

She want me to change her life, I got her a change of clothes

Million dollars ain't a lot, **** just be aiming low

We eatin' good, smoke great, working hard, gaining hoes

Skyping hoes, chatting hoes, texting hoes, AIM-ing hoes

Feelings unexplainable

You know I hit things to go

2 miles a hour so everybody sees me

2 miles a hour so everybody sees me

2 miles a hour so everybody sees me

Everybody sees me, everybody sees me

2 miles a hour so everybody sees me

2 miles a hour so everybody sees me

2 miles a hour so everybody sees me

Everybody sees me, everybody sees me

I'm talking slow down, screwed up in an old-school with a low tint

Bad broad, love to fuck, with her head down and her ass bent

No money spent, cruise the scene

Put a whole game to pursue a dream, don't be fraternizing with these lame ****

You need a king? Well, I'm Akeem

Earth stood still when I drop my top and I step my foot out the door

See the wonderful smell, and compliments on a pimp

And you wonder just how she chose

See, I don't just ride fly, I sit sky high, I don't walk on feet, I soar

Y'all speeding too fast with your foot on the gas, I'm going 2 miles per hour on these hoes

I go 2 miles per hour when I roll

In the old-school drop trop

I keep the bass on bump, Jabberwocky in the trunk

My shit done pop lock

No, I ain't trippin' on yours shorty, don't burn if the broad ain't top notch

I'm above the rim with my chrome spin and your clique just got boxed out, I'm going

2 miles a hour so everybody sees me

2 miles a hour so everybody sees me

2 miles a hour so everybody sees me

Everybody sees me, everybody sees me

2 miles a hour so everybody sees me

2 miles a hour so everybody sees me

2 miles a hour so everybody sees me

Everybody sees me, everybody sees me

Uh, rolling in this Mustang, looking like a **** cane

Y'all crew are fuckboys, we call y'all the fuck gang

Your girl on my next mane

I might pick her up, mane

Take her out to Vegas once, I bet you her look change

Lighters should be popping off, call that shit the gun range

I should be on your list, put me after Pun's name

J. Big, pocket knives, put me after Son's name

Try bone, UGK, put me after Bun's name

You just do your homework

Lemme write my own verse

'Fore I shout out anything, lemme rep my home first

Get in touch with real ****

Bitch, make sure your phone work

Need to get your weave done, bitch make sure your palm work

'Fore I'm hitting anything, you know I need dome first

I don't like them young hoes, you know I got gun work

Fucking with them ghetto girls

They still got that funk church

South Central run this shit, you know we was on first

2 miles a hour so everybody sees me

2 miles a hour so everybody sees me

2 miles a hour so everybody sees me

Everybody sees me, everybody sees me

2 miles a hour so everybody sees me

2 miles a hour so everybody sees me

2 miles a hour so everybody sees me

Everybody sees me, everybody sees me

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