2 A.M.
Uh whoa
Tell me where the love at
Cause I don't feel it she just asked me where the drugs at
But I ain't hear it I just had to walk up on her
Seen her dressed in all Amiri
She ain't never had a rapper told her let me pop her cherry
I'll be right back call me when the rent due
Knowing that she like that she don't work she in school
Shorty like to fight back type of shit I'm into
Know I'm two crip we don't fuck her on no menstrual nah
On the clock
It's two a.m. and I'm still taking shots
I can use my hands but I just want your legs in the air
No I don't care
When I tried to make it home
I just stumbled up the stairs
Now it's my last night
Trying to get that bag right
I'm gone miss my damn flight
If I don't beat this last light
But you knew me in my past life
And I ain't got to ask twice
She'll do it for the right price
And her body look real nice
Lil momma got to work some
See your friends in the corner trying to twerk some
She gone keep dancing until this verse done
Too many friends I'm a have to pick the first one
On the clock
It's two a.m. and I'm still taking shots
I can use my hands but I just want your legs in the air
No I don't care
When I tried to make it home
I just stumbled up the stairs
They call me Mr. Play Too Much
I don't think I play enough
Always working overtime I think it's time we had some fun
She the type to like it rough stick my thumb all in her
Okay okay okay okay my shorty said I said too much
Got to add my two cents never Studdard Ruben
Cut them off like lose ends only chill with my ken
Got to lose before you win
I won't go back not again
All these bitches around me tens picture that without the lens
I told Lace ain't no lacing up we in loafers now
He in Gucci I'm in Loui different but the same style
In the lab cooking up but we just ordered take out
After that back to the telly watching bitches make out
I can't lie about this lifestyle shit get real wild
She gone throw the pussy at you if you looking iced out
Wife her up or lock her down shit I'll rather run a mile
Could've been a hooper the way she doing all these niggas foul
On the clock
It's two a.m. and I'm still taking shots
I can use my hands but I just want your legs in the air
No I don't care
When I tried to make it home
I just stumbled up the stairs
Now it's my
Tell me where the love at
Cause I don't feel it she just asked me where the drugs at
But I ain't hear it I just had to walk up on her
Seen her dressed in all Amiri
She ain't never had a rapper told her let me pop her cherry
I'll be right back call me when the rent due
Knowing that she like that she don't work she in school
Shorty like to fight back type of shit I'm into
Know I'm two crip we don't fuck her on no menstrual nah
On the clock
It's two a.m. and I'm still taking shots
I can use my hands but I just want your legs in the air
No I don't care
When I tried to make it home
I just stumbled up the stairs
Now it's my last night
Trying to get that bag right
I'm gone miss my damn flight
If I don't beat this last light
But you knew me in my past life
And I ain't got to ask twice
She'll do it for the right price
And her body look real nice
Lil momma got to work some
See your friends in the corner trying to twerk some
She gone keep dancing until this verse done
Too many friends I'm a have to pick the first one
On the clock
It's two a.m. and I'm still taking shots
I can use my hands but I just want your legs in the air
No I don't care
When I tried to make it home
I just stumbled up the stairs
They call me Mr. Play Too Much
I don't think I play enough
Always working overtime I think it's time we had some fun
She the type to like it rough stick my thumb all in her
Okay okay okay okay my shorty said I said too much
Got to add my two cents never Studdard Ruben
Cut them off like lose ends only chill with my ken
Got to lose before you win
I won't go back not again
All these bitches around me tens picture that without the lens
I told Lace ain't no lacing up we in loafers now
He in Gucci I'm in Loui different but the same style
In the lab cooking up but we just ordered take out
After that back to the telly watching bitches make out
I can't lie about this lifestyle shit get real wild
She gone throw the pussy at you if you looking iced out
Wife her up or lock her down shit I'll rather run a mile
Could've been a hooper the way she doing all these niggas foul
On the clock
It's two a.m. and I'm still taking shots
I can use my hands but I just want your legs in the air
No I don't care
When I tried to make it home
I just stumbled up the stairs
Now it's my
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