lil 2z – blu-ray lyrics
[verse 1]
ayy, you better stay on your ten and stay on your toes
’cause some of these snakes don’t rattle
i’m finna go buy some more land, but i hate uncle sam
so i’m finna get horses and cattle
i feel like the three hundred spartans, n+gga, no matter what
n+gga, i’m always ready to battle
it’s like i got throwed in that water, i ain’t know how to swim
and i didn’t have a boat or a paddle
your daddy a ho and your mama a ho
so yeah, lil’ n+gga, you a son of a b+tch
when i was a youngin, i seen this sh+t comin’
i kept tellin’ mama we finna be rich
ain’t no paid in full, but these n+ggas know how i’m comin’
i get to the money like mitch
oh, you think ’cause i started rappin’, you ain’t payin’ up?
boy, you ’bout as dumb as a b+tch
i got two wings on my back like an angel
but got two h+rns on my head like lucifer
or when it come down to this beef sh+t
n+gga think he get stupid, but i get stupider
i just f+cked a b+tch one time
and she already talkin’ ’bout marriage and want me to move with her
and if you can pull my b+tch, you can have that b+tch
but you probably don’t know what to do with her
it’s that time of the month for some of these n+ggas
these p+ssy+ass n+ggas finna start catchin’ cramps
it was too dark in that n+gga apartment
so we finna light his sh+t up like a lamp
ain’t no wrestlemania, but go’n ‘head, give me that belt
’cause n+gga, i feel like a champ
and i ain’t never been to the forbes
but i smoke ‘woods like i always knew how to count
i be tryna hide my gun, but the clip poke out
like some toes stickin’ out of a sandal
ayy, twenty+four shots, it ain’t got no attachment
but it got the f&n stamp on the handle
i’m straight out the jungle, so you know the fur on my jacket
came straight off the back of a mammal
ayy, i know a b+tch that can suck that d+ck so good
no t++th, she don’t use no enamel
[interlude]
haha
i know a b+tch that can suck that d+ck so good
no t++th, she don’t use no enamel, oh
[verse 2]
like i untied my shoes, i keep takin’ trips
them racks in the middle like roddy and nip
you can kiss my d+ck, you can kiss my b+lls
but look, lil’ b+tch, don’t kiss my lips
i know they smellin’ me, they too nosy
it’s friday, i’m tryna get high like smokey
i’m feelin’ like mj holdin’ the trophy
i been in my bag like a whole lot of groceries
that struggle and hustle sh+t, that’s what made me
never in my life will this rap sh+t change me
beat by milan, but it hit like tay keith
i’m goin’ hard in la like ad
get the gas from la, get the stick from the cholo
i’m showin’ my ass like i’m droppin’ my polos
if a n+gga b+tch up, then i’m doin’ it solo
these hoes always leave and come back like a yoyo
instagram got broke n+ggas lookin’ like diddy
instagram got ugly hoes thinkin’ they pretty
go clean out the toilet, ’cause i left it sh+tty
this beat kinda hard like some fake+ass titties
got a b+tch real short, but she got a deep throat
had to earn my bucks, n+gga, no free throw
b+tch said i’m a jackass, no steve+o
and we own our cars, n+gga, no repo
at grandma house prayin’ to guadalupe
and i’m in your neighborhood, n+gga, no 2k
counted my first hundred, then i said hooray
if my life was a movie, it’d be blu+ray
[outro]
(d+mn, cook that b+tch up, milan)
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