2 Step
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hol' up
(Yeah, yeah)
Lil' baby, let me ask what your used to
Got a couple things I could introduce you to
I could show you a different type of lifestyle
Make it worthwhile, lot of kids biting my style
But it's all okay, I don't trip
There's magic in this bottle, baby, come take a sip
Said there's magic in this blunt, baby, come take a hit
Said, I could show you how to fucking
Two-step with a .22 in your waistband
I just make money, baby, I don't really make friends
Blunt by my bedframe for when the day ends
Big bands in my left pocket where your right hand is
We could get into some' if you want to
You could rock with me if you want to
But decide fast what you really, really want
'Cause lately the kid's been really, really hot
(Fuck you, Shady)
(Yeah, yeah)
Rock with me, bitch, I ain't no Mike Jack
Your ex on your line, tell him, "Don't call back"
You my one and only, I could take you off the map
Start a new life with me and don't look back
'Cause, respectfully, you my bitch
We don't got to prove, we up, gon' pass six
Girl, we up on the score, they don't got to know we rich
But I bet they know now from the thousand-dollar fits
'Cause I'm on ten, upping up my bank count
Went from used whips to the double-R tang
Ask me how I'm up, girl, I been in the paint
Don't compare to your last girl I'm some' that he ain't
Bitch, I'm done with it
I'm in love with the guap
But I could give you time you, see what you on about
Don't need racks, to designer stores now
I don't remember when the last time
I checked my motherfucking bank account? Oh, wow
Lil' baby, let me ask what your used to
Got a couple things I could introduce you to
I could show you a different type of lifestyle
Make it worthwhile, lot of kids biting my style
But it's all okay, I don't trip
There's magic in this bottle, baby, come take a sip
Said there's magic in this blunt, baby, come take a hit
Said I could show you how to fucking
Two-step with a .22 in your waistband
I just make money, baby, I don't really make friends
Blunt by my bedframe for when the day ends
Big bands in my left pocket where your right hand is
We could get into some' if you want to
You could rock with me if you want to
But decide fast what you really, really want
'Cause lately the kid's been really, really hot
I been waiting for the right time
To put it back- for- a-all of my life
I-I been waiting for the right time
To put it back- for- a-all of my life
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hol' up
(Yeah, yeah)
Lil' baby, let me ask what your used to
Got a couple things I could introduce you to
I could show you a different type of lifestyle
Make it worthwhile, lot of kids biting my style
But it's all okay, I don't trip
There's magic in this bottle, baby, come take a sip
Said there's magic in this blunt, baby, come take a hit
Said, I could show you how to fucking
Two-step with a .22 in your waistband
I just make money, baby, I don't really make friends
Blunt by my bedframe for when the day ends
Big bands in my left pocket where your right hand is
We could get into some' if you want to
You could rock with me if you want to
But decide fast what you really, really want
'Cause lately the kid's been really, really hot
(Fuck you, Shady)
(Yeah, yeah)
Rock with me, bitch, I ain't no Mike Jack
Your ex on your line, tell him, "Don't call back"
You my one and only, I could take you off the map
Start a new life with me and don't look back
'Cause, respectfully, you my bitch
We don't got to prove, we up, gon' pass six
Girl, we up on the score, they don't got to know we rich
But I bet they know now from the thousand-dollar fits
'Cause I'm on ten, upping up my bank count
Went from used whips to the double-R tang
Ask me how I'm up, girl, I been in the paint
Don't compare to your last girl I'm some' that he ain't
Bitch, I'm done with it
I'm in love with the guap
But I could give you time you, see what you on about
Don't need racks, to designer stores now
I don't remember when the last time
I checked my motherfucking bank account? Oh, wow
Lil' baby, let me ask what your used to
Got a couple things I could introduce you to
I could show you a different type of lifestyle
Make it worthwhile, lot of kids biting my style
But it's all okay, I don't trip
There's magic in this bottle, baby, come take a sip
Said there's magic in this blunt, baby, come take a hit
Said I could show you how to fucking
Two-step with a .22 in your waistband
I just make money, baby, I don't really make friends
Blunt by my bedframe for when the day ends
Big bands in my left pocket where your right hand is
We could get into some' if you want to
You could rock with me if you want to
But decide fast what you really, really want
'Cause lately the kid's been really, really hot
I been waiting for the right time
To put it back- for- a-all of my life
I-I been waiting for the right time
To put it back- for- a-all of my life
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Francisco Chavez
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.