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lil 2z – beavis & butthead lyrics

[intro]
run that back ka
hey, hey, hey, hey

[verse]
if the sh+t in the streets, n+gga, that’s where i leave it
2z the b+tthead, this glizzy my beavis
i’m doin’ ’em dirty, can’t blame ’em for leavin’
i hope these lil’ n+ggas know if you point it at me, n+gga, you better up it and squeeze it
and i never beef with a n+gga ’bout none of these b+tches, you gotta give me ‘nother reason
baby just found out ’bout another b+tch so i know for a fact this time she leavin’
lately i been tryna play this sh+t cool, but these lil’ n+ggas finna turn me into a demon
got bread in my pocket, they throw it like discus
and we slap the beef on the grill like a brisket
i was broke then a b+tch so i had to go fix it
ten toes on the ground got these b+tches some millions
’til i go i’mma keep this sh+t pimpin’ like scotty
this drac’ on my lap while i sit on the potty
these forces is custom, i got ’em from doddy
didn’t get sh+t for christmas, i guess we was naughty
2z lil dundee i been in that water
we ain’t doin’ no b+tchin’ we just goin’ harder
i’m leavin’ my mark, i might die with a marker
when it get a lil’ hot we just get a lil’ smarter
you cool with him, that don’t mean that i’m cool with you
after i f+ck it ain’t much i’mma do with you
big booty b+tch i’m like ”d+mn, i need two of you”
momma like ”d+mn it, ain’t no gettin’ through to you”
in that water foreal, b+tch, i should been a pirate
we hit they block now they callin’ me private
i was gettin’ money when it was a virus
we ain’t had cable with no miley cyrus
they always told me this sh+t was gone pay off
momma was cryin’ ’cause she kept gettin’ laid off
all of that other sh+t i had to shake off
i feel like the migos ’cause i’m finna take off
foot on the gas like i’m rippin’ the brakes off
we can meet up, we can have us a face off
let’s see who can make the most bread like a bakeoff
let’s see who can work and ain’t take a day off
i’m workin’ like i’m tryna get to the playoffs
b+tch, i be runnin’ sh+t, lil 2z adolf
if i get paranoid i let the drac’ off
chop’ put a hole in one and i’on even play golf
these broke ass n+ggas still hatin’, do better
these n+ggas throw salt, they don’t ever throw pepper
you ain’t pop n0body, n+gga, you ain’t no stepper
h2 gmb, we the f4 megas
i’m losin’ my mind, but i still got my head on
anything with a 2 n+gga, that’s what i bet on
i stand on my sh+t until both of my legs gone
if you ain’t gettin’ money you gotta get the h+ll on

- lil 2z lyrics

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