premo rice - two step song pt 2 lyrics
[verse 1: premo rice]
i come through slidin’ in a ice blue jag, sunroof
chain hang low, n+ggas really gettin’ loot
skin clear, driveway nice coupe
real street player, all you n+gga jhi fluke
the hoes is out, dressed to impress
shootin’ my shot, you know it’s nothing but net
catch me workin’ a route, step for the check
droppin’ the gems so you can show me respect
my game finesse and you can tell by the stats
take a couple of hoes, take ’em straight to the rack
i’m one out of one, so ain’t no jockin’ a pimp
it’s p rice, nary n+gga droppin’ sh+t likе this
[hook]
my n+gga we step, two+step
ain’t too many rеal n+ggas left
we been gettin’ money in the set
my n+ggas trying to eat, i’ma cook it like a chef
my n+gga we step, two+step
ain’t too many real n+ggas left
keep your mind on your money
your money in your safe
keep your cane on the side with the b+tch in her place
[verse 2: premo rice]
i’m right back, got honeys in a sundress
struttin’ down the block to the sunset
outside, keep the .30 for the function
g+side n+ggas get to dumpin’
p’s up for the n+ggas ridin’ wood+grain
coppin’ old+schools, it’s a hood thing
g’s up for the n+ggas moving worldwide
p rice gettin’ chicken like it’s stir+fry
[hook]
my n+gga we step, two+step
ain’t too many real n+ggas left
we been gettin’ money in the set
my n+ggas trying to eat, i’ma cook it like a chef
my n+gga we step, two+step
ain’t too many real n+ggas left
keep your mind on your money
your money in your safe
[verse 3: castle]
say ho, don’t you wanna play ho
this is for them roll b+tches shoppin’ in rodeo
i’ma hit her phone, not today though
give ’em the upper hand and them hoes wanna play though
’til a n+gga hit the p+ssycat with a k.o
now she doing everything that a n+gga say so
work a n+gga nerve sometimes, that’s my bae though
let her push the chevy color mayo, or yayo
put it on my momma, she the baddest in my stable
when i’m h+rny baby put it on me like a label
told me sit back, just watch, f+ck cable
beat the p+ssy like you did me wrong then we blaze dro
i’m dora, i’m diego
smokin’ on the cali’ and i’m plugged in the bay ho
i create more opportunities, i’m blinded by your beauty
can’t save a ho, i’m just a player [?] and they choosin’ em
we step, step
ain’t too many real n+ggas left
everybody else the type that’s trying to eat but
don’t n0body wanna be the motherf+ckin’ chef
my n+gga we step, step
’cause ain’t too many real n+ggas left
keep your mind on your money
your money in your safe
your pistol on your lap and your b+tches in they place
we step
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