Two Puffs
Yuh, Yuh
Fuck all that bullshit you said we know you just talkin'
They really screaming my name every single time that i walk in
I'm making my moves wit caution, this perfect timing in motion
I pay no mind to emotions, i'm rolling pine to oppose em
Don't approach on no dapping up
Jordan dropping dimes how the hell i'm 'sposed to pass it up
Past loves hit me bout some old shit to patch it up
Usually never matters but sometimes it's like a stabbin' gut
Got half a blunt but it's pack-a-punched
If you tryna match i can scoop you right after lunch
Cause, I'm really tryna air this out
I'm feelin like i lost all the people that i care about
Two Puffs then i pass it to the broski
Every ex-bitch i have is tryna clone me
Every text i sent back is like, hoe please
Every text i sent back to ass aye
Two Puffs then i pass it to the broski
Every ex-bitch i have is tryna clone me
Every text i sent back is like, hoe please
Every text i sent to her, Ass
2 2 2 2
2 2 2 2
Two Cups and they full of patron
I'm goin outta my mind and i'm losing control but i bet that
99 Times out of a hunnid i'm gold and i got that
Item 9 express in the blunt already rolled, uh
When you call me on the phone watch your tone
You be forgetting i'm way too grown
I ain't do shit but write all these songs
So who was you telling me i did wrong by
You better quit pressing you got the wrong guy
Plus i done told you i had a long night
This pressure's the only thing make it alright
Gas lift weight such a strong high
Two Puffs then i pass it to the broski
Every ex-bitch i have is tryna clone me
Every text i sent back is like, hoe please
Every text i sent back to her ass aye
Two Puffs then i pass it to the broski
Every ex-bitch i have is tryna clone me
Every text i sent back is like, hoe please
Every text i sent back to her, Ass
Every ex-bitch i have is tryna clone me
Every text i sent back is like, hoe please
Every text i sent back to her ass aye
Two Puffs then i pass it to the broski
Every ex-bitch i have is tryna clone me
Every text i sent back is like, hoe please
Every text i sent back to her, Ass
Every text i sent back to her
Every text i sent back to her
Two Puffs then i pass it to the broski
Every ex-bitch i have is tryna clone me
Every text i sent back is like, hoe please
Every text i sent back to her ass aye
Two Puffs then i pass it to the broski
Every ex-bitch i have is tryna clone me
Every text i sent back is like, hoe please
Every text i sent back to her, Ass
Fuck all that bullshit you said we know you just talkin'
They really screaming my name every single time that i walk in
I'm making my moves wit caution, this perfect timing in motion
I pay no mind to emotions, i'm rolling pine to oppose em
Don't approach on no dapping up
Jordan dropping dimes how the hell i'm 'sposed to pass it up
Past loves hit me bout some old shit to patch it up
Usually never matters but sometimes it's like a stabbin' gut
Got half a blunt but it's pack-a-punched
If you tryna match i can scoop you right after lunch
Cause, I'm really tryna air this out
I'm feelin like i lost all the people that i care about
Two Puffs then i pass it to the broski
Every ex-bitch i have is tryna clone me
Every text i sent back is like, hoe please
Every text i sent back to ass aye
Two Puffs then i pass it to the broski
Every ex-bitch i have is tryna clone me
Every text i sent back is like, hoe please
Every text i sent to her, Ass
2 2 2 2
2 2 2 2
Two Cups and they full of patron
I'm goin outta my mind and i'm losing control but i bet that
99 Times out of a hunnid i'm gold and i got that
Item 9 express in the blunt already rolled, uh
When you call me on the phone watch your tone
You be forgetting i'm way too grown
I ain't do shit but write all these songs
So who was you telling me i did wrong by
You better quit pressing you got the wrong guy
Plus i done told you i had a long night
This pressure's the only thing make it alright
Gas lift weight such a strong high
Two Puffs then i pass it to the broski
Every ex-bitch i have is tryna clone me
Every text i sent back is like, hoe please
Every text i sent back to her ass aye
Two Puffs then i pass it to the broski
Every ex-bitch i have is tryna clone me
Every text i sent back is like, hoe please
Every text i sent back to her, Ass
Every ex-bitch i have is tryna clone me
Every text i sent back is like, hoe please
Every text i sent back to her ass aye
Two Puffs then i pass it to the broski
Every ex-bitch i have is tryna clone me
Every text i sent back is like, hoe please
Every text i sent back to her, Ass
Every text i sent back to her
Every text i sent back to her
Two Puffs then i pass it to the broski
Every ex-bitch i have is tryna clone me
Every text i sent back is like, hoe please
Every text i sent back to her ass aye
Two Puffs then i pass it to the broski
Every ex-bitch i have is tryna clone me
Every text i sent back is like, hoe please
Every text i sent back to her, Ass
Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Parker
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.