2 BLOND KIDZ (feat. J.F.) (feat. J. F.)
Runnin' up shit with my dudes aye
You know I'm the shit
Smoke a spliff on the roof aye
I be going in
Turn up on a tuesday
Pull up like a goon on the shrooms and a lucy
Aye
Room full of green
Pimps in the cribs and the hoes in the street
It's not about you or me
In the back seat blowing O's to the beat
I don't check the price tag
Got a lot of dough
I don't mean to flex my swag
Fucking on her side ways
I met her on MySpace
(Who the fuck uses Myspace?)
We go back to my place
She can do it five ways
Said she'll do it my way
She don't know how I play
Asks me how the weed tastes
Suck me on the highway
Crash into a speedway
What a waste of my day
Runnin' up shit with my dudes aye
You know I'm the shit
Smoke a spliff on the roof aye
I be going in
Turn up on a tuesday
Pull up like a goon on the shrooms and a lucy
Aye
And I get no luck (Nope!)
Baby girl say
Pretty please can we fuck?
Like enough is enough right?
I can't do this shit all night
I got work in the morning (Yup)
So imma go to bed, that's a warning
Shits getting heated, global warming (Grrr)
Now she's upset and ignores me (Nooo)
I guess she was pretty horny
But she couldn't be more mean
Oh well, off to sleep
Don't worry baby
Cuz you'll get it next week like
Runnin' up shit with my dudes aye
You know I'm the shit
Smoke a spliff on the roof aye
I be going in
Turn up on a tuesday
Pull up like a goon on the shrooms and a lucy
Aye
Lost in they sleep
Lost in a dream
While there's blood on the sheets
She won't believe
Everything he's seen
Don't know what it means
And we steady with the drip
Two blond kids
But we're quick with the witz
Got 30 on the clip
And it's 30 on my hip
Smoke my opps in a spliff
20 on the wrist
Man you know I'm plenty rich
Got ten biddies in my crib
And one of thems your bitch
Runnin' up shit with my dudes aye
You know I'm the shit
Smoke a spliff on the roof aye
I be going in
Turn up on a tuesday
Pull up like a goon on the shrooms and a lucy
Aye
40 on they waist
30 in your face if you act like a waste
Such a disgrace
Don't try to play dirty cuz they put ya in your place
You know I'm the shit
Smoke a spliff on the roof aye
I be going in
Turn up on a tuesday
Pull up like a goon on the shrooms and a lucy
Aye
Room full of green
Pimps in the cribs and the hoes in the street
It's not about you or me
In the back seat blowing O's to the beat
I don't check the price tag
Got a lot of dough
I don't mean to flex my swag
Fucking on her side ways
I met her on MySpace
(Who the fuck uses Myspace?)
We go back to my place
She can do it five ways
Said she'll do it my way
She don't know how I play
Asks me how the weed tastes
Suck me on the highway
Crash into a speedway
What a waste of my day
Runnin' up shit with my dudes aye
You know I'm the shit
Smoke a spliff on the roof aye
I be going in
Turn up on a tuesday
Pull up like a goon on the shrooms and a lucy
Aye
And I get no luck (Nope!)
Baby girl say
Pretty please can we fuck?
Like enough is enough right?
I can't do this shit all night
I got work in the morning (Yup)
So imma go to bed, that's a warning
Shits getting heated, global warming (Grrr)
Now she's upset and ignores me (Nooo)
I guess she was pretty horny
But she couldn't be more mean
Oh well, off to sleep
Don't worry baby
Cuz you'll get it next week like
Runnin' up shit with my dudes aye
You know I'm the shit
Smoke a spliff on the roof aye
I be going in
Turn up on a tuesday
Pull up like a goon on the shrooms and a lucy
Aye
Lost in they sleep
Lost in a dream
While there's blood on the sheets
She won't believe
Everything he's seen
Don't know what it means
And we steady with the drip
Two blond kids
But we're quick with the witz
Got 30 on the clip
And it's 30 on my hip
Smoke my opps in a spliff
20 on the wrist
Man you know I'm plenty rich
Got ten biddies in my crib
And one of thems your bitch
Runnin' up shit with my dudes aye
You know I'm the shit
Smoke a spliff on the roof aye
I be going in
Turn up on a tuesday
Pull up like a goon on the shrooms and a lucy
Aye
40 on they waist
30 in your face if you act like a waste
Such a disgrace
Don't try to play dirty cuz they put ya in your place
Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Wurst
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