Two Phones
I got two hoes in the same sim
I need two phones with the same pin
It's a new day, with the same shit
We always out with that gang shit
You miss me with the lame shit
I kick you out on the pavement
Do it for money
Not fame, shit
To be honest
I just wanna run on the game, man
My soul says the same shit
But now, yeah
I got two hoes in the same sim
I need two phones with the same pin
Now I got both on the same limb
If it's game over I don't blame them
That's what you do
Yeah we is different
Always been lost with the game plan
We been on moon juice
And yeah we been sipping
You got the same plan
Most of the time, yeah
I just sit and listen
No joking
No shitting
Cause I'm on a mission
Target not missing
I got two hoes with the same sim
I need two phones with the same pin
If they stop me I don't blame them
She wanna sit down
Tell her my face is available
Kendrick when nobody 'round
Put the pussy on a pedestal
White girls love me
I don't get it
'Cause I'm not a festival
(I'm not a festival, bitch)
Truffle butter in my face
Eat up like a cake
Who gon' cum it's a race
Looks like I won the race
Overage, no case
Lot of niggas on my face
Gotta say it to my face
Fucked your girl it was great
She screaming daddy all day
She say, "Do you love the pain?"
I like to paint on her face
Numero uno
I say
Target not missing
You was the one I'm missing kissing
Why do I always feel bliss
When I'm reminiscing
In the stu and we sipping tea
Different views with different means
Different you and a different me
Nah
I go bonkers when she works it
I think my state has worsened
I need to see it in person
I need to see it first hand, yeah
This is me it's all downhill
I can't tell you how I feel, yeah
Shit is deep
Live and sleep
Let it settle
Let it seep
This girl is new
We got different dreams
We got different views
This a different me
This a different you
I got two hoes in the same sim
I need two phones with the same pin
It's a new day, with the same shit
We always out with that gang shit
You miss me with the lame shit
I kick you out on the pavement
Do it for money
Not fame, shit
Not fame, shit
I need two phones with the same pin
It's a new day, with the same shit
We always out with that gang shit
You miss me with the lame shit
I kick you out on the pavement
Do it for money
Not fame, shit
To be honest
I just wanna run on the game, man
My soul says the same shit
But now, yeah
I got two hoes in the same sim
I need two phones with the same pin
Now I got both on the same limb
If it's game over I don't blame them
That's what you do
Yeah we is different
Always been lost with the game plan
We been on moon juice
And yeah we been sipping
You got the same plan
Most of the time, yeah
I just sit and listen
No joking
No shitting
Cause I'm on a mission
Target not missing
I got two hoes with the same sim
I need two phones with the same pin
If they stop me I don't blame them
She wanna sit down
Tell her my face is available
Kendrick when nobody 'round
Put the pussy on a pedestal
White girls love me
I don't get it
'Cause I'm not a festival
(I'm not a festival, bitch)
Truffle butter in my face
Eat up like a cake
Who gon' cum it's a race
Looks like I won the race
Overage, no case
Lot of niggas on my face
Gotta say it to my face
Fucked your girl it was great
She screaming daddy all day
She say, "Do you love the pain?"
I like to paint on her face
Numero uno
I say
Target not missing
You was the one I'm missing kissing
Why do I always feel bliss
When I'm reminiscing
In the stu and we sipping tea
Different views with different means
Different you and a different me
Nah
I go bonkers when she works it
I think my state has worsened
I need to see it in person
I need to see it first hand, yeah
This is me it's all downhill
I can't tell you how I feel, yeah
Shit is deep
Live and sleep
Let it settle
Let it seep
This girl is new
We got different dreams
We got different views
This a different me
This a different you
I got two hoes in the same sim
I need two phones with the same pin
It's a new day, with the same shit
We always out with that gang shit
You miss me with the lame shit
I kick you out on the pavement
Do it for money
Not fame, shit
Not fame, shit
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Writer(s): Kyle Erasmus
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