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Two Six
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Two Six was released on May 24, 2023 by Da Poet's Island as a part of the album Two Six - Single
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Release DateMay 24, 2023
LabelDa Poet's Island
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM81

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Samuel Dorelien
Samuel Dorelien
Songwriter

Lyrics

One time if you fuck with the boy
Two times if you fuck with the boy
Three times if you fuck with the boy
Throw it up, you know what I do it for
I poured a fifth up in my drink
I think a **** getting tipsy
Always chasing after sacks
The pressure's on, I'm blitzing
Was on a roll, I hit a six
My standards need some lifting
My wallet's like a morgue
Cuz ain't a **** in there living
A blessing
The kid's next door
Call me number seven
A sick ****
Not because I fuck without protection
Cuz I got a sound that's moving faster than infection
Peep my intellect
Don't be surprised at my complexion
If I liked a bitch, I ate a bitch
She wanted love, I gave her dick
Ran all out of liquor
Got it covered
Made her drink my spit
Handed me a pill
It had me lit just like the Vegas strip
I rolled me up a wood
We playing cards
She said I'll take a hit
A pussy **** hating, hope he lose nine lives
It's gon be hard for me to rise
Will I survive? I gotta try
I gotta stay on all ten
If I don't, then I'm a die
**** wanna know my motive
Give em eleven reasons why
I say I'm bout to blow, I'm bout to blow
They scared for my eruption
I been stacking Os
I make deposits by the dozen
Drink in moderation
To me that shit don't be nothing
Sometimes I gotta take a hit to make sure I feel something
I'm lucky like Luciano, you more like thirteen
Since fourteen had pro dreams
I came to eat, no choking
Fuck fifteen minutes of fame, I need an hour
MTV dropped me, my sixteens was too sour
Seventeen, I was lit like a charger
Raw with a Babyface like the Carters
Eighteen, she outside, then hide ya daughter
I keep one nine on my hip to solve my problems
It's a dub if I'm in the game
Like EA, the shit I say is gonna bring me fame
I'm the blackjack at the table
Call a spade, a spade
I don't ever run from a storm
I stand up in the rain
All I serve is strong
This shit hundred proof
I made it out the hole
I could've died when I was twenty-two
I hit twenty-three now I'm Jordan when I'm in the booth
Wine connoisseur
I'm like Kobe with the vino too
I'm very thankful just to be alive
I know plenty never see the age of twenty-five
But I get another year to give you **** hell
Twenty-six, I'm on some shit, it's getting hard to smell
Stanza
Written by: Samuel Dorelien
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