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bigdatvert - treasure map 2 lyrics

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treasure map 2 man
datvert, datvert, yeah
yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
the p+ssy was wet, i slipped in
stay clean the feds they listening
cannot stop b+tch i’m on a mission
money got my palms itching
f+ck that b+tch, your b+lls itching
we not the same we ball different
her p+ssy wet i fall in it
but that b+tch she crazy, she be trying to start an argument
i make her get lazy when i put it in her arteries
draco in the trumpet case, n+gga that’s my starter kit
n+gga you get all these clips
n+gga you can’t call this drip
you is what they call a simp
n+gga you pitiful, i’m f+cking with your hoe
trap off the scale, lil n+gga it’s digital
charge me up too, lil n+gga you in the hole
when you get rich, lil n+gga start spinnning more
when you go broke, lil n+gga stop lending more
glock on my hip, lil n+gga it’s visual
blow that b+tch like an inner tube
shoot that b+tch like it’s finna cool (off)
my b+tch too bad, yeah the b+tch too boss
snitch ass n+gga, yeah i know you talk
f+cking this hoe, she from utah
i got a couple pounds sitting in the u+haul
better keep the bl!ck everywhere you walk
this is not my hood, n+gga going too far
k!ll him right now, i won’t cool off (uh)
k!ll a f+ck n+gga, move back to new york (uh)
p+ssy ass rapper, why he thinking too hard (uh)
i was shooting dice, n+gga on the schoolyard
the fiends said my coke too white
the police said my tint too dark
how the f+ck you say you gettin money
my n+gga you rent the car
three bad hoes in my bed
they less than an inch apart
hold up man, let me hit the f+cking weed man
treasure map 2, these n+ggas ain’t ready

[verse 2]
uh, come and give me that good top, girl my day was long
aye, he was talking sh+t out his mouth and now his face gone
i stay with some k!llers, them n+ggas nuts, them n+ggas acorns, uh
shoot up your block, lil n+gga we hop out the motherf+cking wraith blowing, uh
spin back to the crime scene, yeah the police they putting out tape for him
it ain’t the n+gga birthday but we had to bake a cake for him
how the f+ck you say you getting money, n+gga you got a fake charm
so much f+cking ice on my wrist i might need a fake arm
this n+gga he got broke as a b+tch and i need to pray for him
f+ck with me i call up them k!llers and you know they swarm
pull out the new glizzy, stand still n+gga, best stay calm
i know a couple cats in br, a couple from lake charles
i don’t play basketball, but i know some shooters come take the charge
f+ck with me lil n+gga, yeah you know you gone need a f+cking guard

ooh, bodyguard
yeah, yeah
i got lots of hard sh+t
aye, yeah
garage lit
aye, yeah
skrt
treasure map 2



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