big vern - double seater lyrics
[intro]
swish, run ’em bands up!
look at that, big vern!
[chorus]
2 bad b+tches on my d+ck, call that a double seater
she ain’t f+ckin with you no more, ’cus you don’t know how to treat her
gotta put this sh+t to the max, b+tch blow out the speaker
knocked that b+tch straight outta the park, just like i’m derek jeter
(whoa)
strictly only talkin’ ms that’s cash sh+t, you ain’t gettin’ money with the gang
(b+tch you broke)
you been hangin’ ’round the team, can’t f+ck with that sh+t, get the f+ck up off of my d+ck
(you’s a hoe)
[verse 1]
sittin’ on the top of the world, never switch up my demeanor
icy like i changed up the season, call me a kitchen freezer
run up on you, pull out the .40, we get no misdemeanor
we catchin’ bags, no drops on the season, call me a wide receiver
bottom of the chain, ’til we keep it movin’, goin’ and we run sh+t
b+tch you is a slave to the industry, you’s a puppet
call me giannis how i drive to the hoop and get the bucket
when i’m f+ckin’ on yo b+tch, get that sh+t all up in her stomach
money on my mind, while i’m countin the guala, call that coincidental
call me wavy, by the way that i be flowin’ on the instrumental
not even at my peak, all this sh+t i drop been experimental
just wait for the ep, that sh+t fasho finna be monumental
[chorus]
2 bad b+tches on my d+ck, call that a double seater
she ain’t f+ckin with you no more, ‘cus you don’t know how to treat her
gotta put this sh+t to the max, b+tch blow out the speaker
knocked that b+tch straight outta the park, just like i’m derek jeter
(whoa)
strictly only talkin’ ms that’s cash sh+t, you ain’t gettin’ money with the gang
(b+tch you broke)
you been hangin’ ’round the team, can’t f+ck with that sh+t, get the f+ck up off of my d+ck
(you’s a hoe)
[verse 2]
run it back, nah we ain’t done, bring that b+tch back right in for verse 2
why yo b+tch say she want me, you ain’t the one she turn to
f+ck the beef, i get money, chase a bag all i pursue
f+ck with the gang and get money that’s all she really wanna do
every song we droppin’, it’s poppin, we on top b+tch
fly out to hawaii, bahamas, we in the tropics
ballin’ like i’m harden, we stepback, imma houston rocket
never f+ckin’ with a broke boy, no money up in your pockets
i do this sh+t for fun and for the one’s who really f+ckin with the repertoire
and once i go further, finna turn this into a seminar
lames stealin my rhymes like they takin sh+t from’ a cookie jar
this rappin’ sh+t is easy like riding a bike with no handlebars
[chorus]
2 bad b+tches on my d+ck, call that a double seater
she ain’t f+ckin with you no more, ‘cus you don’t know how to treat her
gotta put this sh+t to the max, b+tch blow out the speaker
knocked that b+tch straight outta the park, just like i’m derek jeter
(whoa)
strictly only talkin’ ms that’s cash sh+t, you ain’t gettin’ money with the gang
(b+tch you broke)
you been hangin’ ’round the team, can’t f+ck with that sh+t, get the f+ck up off of my d+ck
(you’s a hoe)
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