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lil 2z - 2 baby lyrics

[intro]
(say four, n+gga)

[verse]
i done turned this little sh+t into gold
i remember it used to be rust
me and mama own both of our cars
i remember we was ridin’ the bus
n+ggas talk out they ass but i promise to god when we pull up, we make n+ggas hush
any n+ggas don’t know sh+t ’bout that boy 2, tell them n+ggas get off of my nuts
need a b+tch with some ass, if the law pull us over you gotta put this sack in your b+tt
n+ggas come ’round the set, get to thinkin’ they gang, but i promise they not one of us
my whole life was a four ’cause i swear it was tough
that b+tch couldn’t hold it down, now that b+tch living rough
he done popped his first pill now he can’t givе it up
told my dawg, “n+gga you starting to turn to a klep'”
rubber band up them racks and thеn throw ’em in the duffy
i’ve been chasing this paper, i smell kinda musty
i’ve been bustin’ my gun so my sh+t is not rusty
and i know that boy mad but i bet he won’t touch me
look i ain’t gon’ lie, i just got me some cuddy
i hit ’em one time, after that they get ugly
after she eat the d+ck, send her back to her hubby
i ain’t sh+t, but these hoes make me sick to my stomach
said your n+ggas is real but yo’ ass is a dummy
’cause me and my n+gga got the drop from yo’ buddy
it get crazy when sh+t get to involving money
i’m from where it rain, tryna get where it sunny
i’m the sh+t, make you smell it, i ain’t finna flush it
put the chopper on auto, you ain’t gotta clutch it
it’s small but it’s deadly, i call it lil’ chucky
if it’s blue or it’s green, it don’t matter, i love it
b+tch calling me rude ’cause i asked her to suck it
if it ain’t bringing profit, i ain’t finna touch it
when we didn’t have no lights, had to sleep at my cousin’s
now i’m sellin’ this music and smoking these nuggets
i keep stuffin’ exotic in all of these russians
these n+ggas keep trollin’ to keep they self buzzin’
i cop bread for breakfast like i’m eating m+ffins
i’m not tryna talk, baby, let’s get to f+ckin’
you can tell by the roots growing under my red bottom shoes that lil 2z got his out the dirt
and that b+tch that you f+ckin’ ’round with, told me y’all lil’ plan
why the f+ck would y’all think that sh+t work?
and i know that they call me lil 2z but no matter what, b+tch i’m always gon’ come out in first
and i just left the mobile home, i just weighed up a few piece, but i spilled a whole ounce on my shirt
watchin’ smackdown at nitas ’cause we ain’t have cable
n0body but mama put food on my table
my mom named me angelo ’cause i’m a angel
i’m bustin’ this chopper sideways from an angle
i’m bustin’ this b+tch from the back while i spank her
my daddy wasn’t there, but i still gotta thank him
if it wasn’t for him then i wouldn’t be able
that’s why i don’t hate him, my n+gga, i’m grateful

- lil 2z lyrics

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