23

Twenty-three, Twenty-three
Twenty-three, Twenty-three
Twenty-three, Twenty-three
Twenty-three, Two Three
Twenty-three, Twenty-three
Twenty-three, Twenty-three
Two Three, Two Three
Two Three, Yeah
Twenty-three, Yeah
Twenty-three, Yeah

Wooh, Ah
23

My birthday was on the 23rd of the month
Oh
And then I couldn't tell you that cause you weren't up
I made the Twenty third day, the best day
Cause it was my birthday
Yeah yeah, I gotta know
Do you fuck with me so
Cause it's really something that you probably wanna know
Does he have his own car
Does he have his own spot
Does he mess around with those chickenheads at the park
Probably would, if I was Two Three
Probably if you knew me back then you'd see
Yeah
It got freaky
Plenty Money
With the baddest chicks and alcohol
Two Three

Twenty-three, Twenty-three
Twenty-three, Twenty-three
Twenty-three, Twenty-three
Twenty-three, Two Three
Twenty-three, Twenty-three
Twenty-three, Twenty-three
Two Three, Two Three
Two Three, Yeah
Twenty-three, Yeah
Twenty-three, Yeah

Twenty-three
At age Two Three
Was down on my lowest
Shit that I been through
It made me a poet
Just tryna survive
This world is the coldest
These niggas is savage
They'll be your friends for the moment
Bitches they come and they go
They get that one thing and then roll
I just sit back and I watch them
Just how they be tricking them hoes
Go head baby get your dough
Can't be mad at you though
Now she all up in the zone
Two Three, Two Three
I'm all about making green
Money Mayweather machine
I'm just tryna get to that sixth ring
Like the Two Three on me
Fuck it, just call me the goat
I'm prepared to make you Float
Ain't no time being wasted
I'm just running up the dough

Twenty-three, Twenty-three
Twenty-three, Twenty-three
Twenty-three, Twenty-three
Twenty-three, Two Three
Twenty-three, Twenty-three
Twenty-three, Twenty-three
Two Three, Two Three
Two Three, Yeah
Twenty-three, Yeah
Twenty-three, Yeah



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Writer(s): Jerome Harrington
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