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lil 2z - top dolla 2 baby junkie (t.d.2.b.j) lyrics

[intro]
aha

[chorus]
knew i wasn’t meant for the industry, rap n+ggas chasin’ the fame, they ain’t chasin’ no money
priceless cut vvs in my mouth, got me smilin’ and grinin’, ain’t nothin’ be funny
just lettin’ it happen and put some bagets on my neck, i got water on me like the zen
when it come down to chasin’ that sack, i’on think it’s a n+gga alive who gon’ really outrun me
b+tch, i’ma top dolla 2 baby junkie, sip wocky like coffee, i’m gettin’ a lil’ chunkie
i open my mouth and the b+tch said ”dang”, that’s how you know when you got it from johnny
whole closet look like a shop out of the country
trap jump like a chick+fil+a line on a monday
i heard y’all spot ain’t hittin’ no sh+t, that b+tch look like a chick+fil+a line on a sunday

[verse]
i’m at your baby mama house, puttin’ d+ck in that b+tch in yo’ free jean yo’ daughter lunchables
snip a few pills in yo’ drink and then rob yo’ ass outside of the club
that’s what you called a good huxtable
i hope a n+gga don’t think he untouchable
stay out of my business and do some productible
and screw a lil’ box on the back of my glock, now that b+tch fully ready and functional
n+ggas be tough when they full of them drugs, but be a whole b+tch when they detox
yeah, we popped your brother in his sh+t and you still makin’ tiktoks
leave n+ggas funny like chris rock
yo’ b+tch came through, made a beat with her mouth and her hands
she got on her knees and she beatbox
brodie in the pen, doin’ the same d+mn thing he locked up for, he just robbed a n+gga for a g+shot
made the b+tch eat the d+ck ’til she c+ckeyed
still on the block with a faygo and a bag of some hot fries
how we locked in if we ain’t never locked eyes?
handle innocent person and i don’t know wi+fi
yeah, we hop out the car and we still doin’ drive+bys
drive through and walk up on ’em like popeyes
it don’t even matter how the f+ck it get done
as long as the b+tch die, leave the boy wideyed
[chorus]
knew i wasn’t meant for the industry, rap n+ggas chasin’ the fame, they ain’t chasin’ no money
priceless cut vvs in my mouth, got me smilin’ and grinin’, ain’t nothin’ be funny
just lettin’ it happen and put some bagets on my neck, i got water on me like the zen
when it come down to chasin’ that sack, i’on think it’s a n+gga alive who gon’ really outrun me
b+tch, i’ma top dolla 2 baby junkie, sip wocky like coffee, i’m gettin’ a lil’ chunkie
i open my mouth and the b+tch said ”dang”, that’s how you know when you got it from johnny
whole closet look like a shop out of the country
trap jump like a chick+fil+a line on a monday
i heard y’all spot ain’t hittin’ no sh+t, that b+tch look like a chick+fil+a line on a sunday

- lil 2z lyrics

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