pasto flocco - 2x times lyrics
[intro]
(ayo, brick brick)
[chorus]
don’t trip ’cause we gotta lose the mula
and this sh+t in my blood like the whoosah
i don’t f+ck with y’all n+ggas, y’all blew+mind
need that amg coupe for a smooth ride
g+40 on me with a blue light
like fredo, i’m f+ckin’ her two times
finna link with my shooter at midnight
f+ck his ho, now he mad ’cause i hit right
sippin’ drank too fast, now it’s night+night
had a lil’ bit of henny, now it’s fight night
then we shot his ass up, now he tie+dye
smoke exotic weed, it got my mind right
got a thot and she givin’ me mind, right
[verse]
i’ma f+ck on that b+tch when the tone ring
but i ain’t tryna be up in her highlights
told the b+tch be free, it’s now my life
i won’t beef, he get cut like some five guys
finna f+ck a lil’ b+tch from opps side
ain’t tappеd in? know that i’m mob+tied
always that n+gga when i’m outside
i know y’all n+ggas likе d+ck+riding
got the ho from your head, ’cause her lips red
they want my swag they been tryin’
put on for your team, stop bench riding
call me chef boyar+p, i’ma keep fryin’
we gon’ straighten ’em up like a t+line
she latina, i know by her v+line
[chorus]
don’t trip ’cause we gotta lose the mula
and this sh+t in my blood like the whoosah
i don’t f+ck with y’all n+ggas, y’all blew+mind
need that amg coupe for a smooth ride
g+40 on me with a blue light
like fredo, i’m f+ckin’ her two times
finna link with my shooter at midnight
f+ck his ho, now he mad ’cause i hit right
sippin’ drank too fast, now it’s night+night
had a lil’ bit of henny, now it’s fight night
then we shot his ass up, now he tie+dye
smoke exotic weed, it got my mind right
got a thot and she givin’ me mind, right
[verse]
i’ma f+ck on that b+tch when the tone ring
but i ain’t tryna be up in her highlights
told the b+tch be free, it’s now my life
i won’t beef, he get cut like some five guys
finna f+ck a lil’ b+tch from opps side
ain’t tapped in? know that i’m mob+tied
always that n+gga when i’m outside
i know y’all n+ggas like d+ck+riding
got the ho from your head, ’cause her lips red
they want my swag they been tryin’
put on for your team, stop bench riding
call me chef boyar+p, i’ma keep fryin’
we gon’ straighten ’em up like a t+line
she latina, i know by her v+line
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