TWO DRINKS
Two drinks in my hands
Got beef witch-a mans
Got streets with the plans
And we seeing thru
Gold sun tan seen them and they ran
Got in the van and we beaming too
Ain't a lil fan bun them
And they sang got cats in our trap
And they feeling too
Roll with me you dreaming too
What do you mean you need me boo
Seen my gang and its o-o la la
Seen some hair and its o-o na na
Laced out my bitch can't see that stuff
Favourite chick got my shit so hard
Gotta move careful can't be fearful
Love to my hittas from livo and Fairfield (ooo)
Seen my family winning, and all of our drip be hitting
Its fitting, came from iraq we fled from war
We spinning, popped a pill now i'm off the wall
Cap rap all i hear is deception
Since lessons
I been running that ball
Your w-c-w
Exposed herself to me
I'm double you, she won't trouble you
Imposed herself on me
I like that shit
Unlike that bitch with lyca sim
That type of shit that have you smile and giggling (i know)
Time will get the best of me or the rest of me oh lord
Finally got cheques on me why you testing me oh lord
Me i'm so indecisive
Been piping two chicks on nightly
Know their boyfriends wanna fight me
Well if you can find me try me
Two drinks in my hands
Got beef witch-a mans
Got streets with the plans
And we seeing thru
Gold sun tan seen them and they ran
Got in the van and we beaming too
Ain't a lil fan bun them
And they sang got cats in our trap
And they feeling too
Roll with me you dreaming too
What do you mean you need me boo
Drunk as fuck i'm going stupid
You ain't gotta tell me i'm the wave
I know, in time they'll know the way
For sure, hop in the coupe i'm off the jay
Pulled up on your bae and it's mi casa
Su casa, fuck bitches but its you i want
No munch round here don't do that stuff
Got racks on me ain't new to drugs
Gotta pack on me at the airport
I don't give no fucks
Unzip my pants and its fee fi fum
She tryna take it in but its too damn tough
I been chasing these bands i don't do that love
Na na
At the end of the day i'm young rich lit
I wont, handle, no bitch, if she ain't, sucking dick
Thats a miss
Ice spice, built chick
Told my runner, seal this
Told your mumma, feel this
I've been on some new shit
Two drinks in my hands
Got beef witch-a mans
Got streets with the plans
And we seeing thru
Gold sun tan seen them and they ran
Got in the van and we beaming too
Ain't a lil fan bun them
And they sang got cats in our trap
And they feeling too
Roll with me you dreaming too
What do you mean you need me boo
Got beef witch-a mans
Got streets with the plans
And we seeing thru
Gold sun tan seen them and they ran
Got in the van and we beaming too
Ain't a lil fan bun them
And they sang got cats in our trap
And they feeling too
Roll with me you dreaming too
What do you mean you need me boo
Seen my gang and its o-o la la
Seen some hair and its o-o na na
Laced out my bitch can't see that stuff
Favourite chick got my shit so hard
Gotta move careful can't be fearful
Love to my hittas from livo and Fairfield (ooo)
Seen my family winning, and all of our drip be hitting
Its fitting, came from iraq we fled from war
We spinning, popped a pill now i'm off the wall
Cap rap all i hear is deception
Since lessons
I been running that ball
Your w-c-w
Exposed herself to me
I'm double you, she won't trouble you
Imposed herself on me
I like that shit
Unlike that bitch with lyca sim
That type of shit that have you smile and giggling (i know)
Time will get the best of me or the rest of me oh lord
Finally got cheques on me why you testing me oh lord
Me i'm so indecisive
Been piping two chicks on nightly
Know their boyfriends wanna fight me
Well if you can find me try me
Two drinks in my hands
Got beef witch-a mans
Got streets with the plans
And we seeing thru
Gold sun tan seen them and they ran
Got in the van and we beaming too
Ain't a lil fan bun them
And they sang got cats in our trap
And they feeling too
Roll with me you dreaming too
What do you mean you need me boo
Drunk as fuck i'm going stupid
You ain't gotta tell me i'm the wave
I know, in time they'll know the way
For sure, hop in the coupe i'm off the jay
Pulled up on your bae and it's mi casa
Su casa, fuck bitches but its you i want
No munch round here don't do that stuff
Got racks on me ain't new to drugs
Gotta pack on me at the airport
I don't give no fucks
Unzip my pants and its fee fi fum
She tryna take it in but its too damn tough
I been chasing these bands i don't do that love
Na na
At the end of the day i'm young rich lit
I wont, handle, no bitch, if she ain't, sucking dick
Thats a miss
Ice spice, built chick
Told my runner, seal this
Told your mumma, feel this
I've been on some new shit
Two drinks in my hands
Got beef witch-a mans
Got streets with the plans
And we seeing thru
Gold sun tan seen them and they ran
Got in the van and we beaming too
Ain't a lil fan bun them
And they sang got cats in our trap
And they feeling too
Roll with me you dreaming too
What do you mean you need me boo
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Writer(s): Adam Mahmoud
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