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yung romvn - 2 door lyrics

[intro]
yung roman
ayy
two door swerve (two door swerve)
two door swerve
yeah (ayy)
yeah (woo)
pull up, two door swerve (skrt)

[chorus]
pull up, two door swerve (pull up)
pull up, two door swerve (pull up)
pull up, two door swerve (pull up)
pull up, two door, two door (ayy)
pull up, two door swerve (pull up)
pull up, two door swerve (pull up)
pull up, two door swerve (pull up)
pull up, pull up, pull up, ayy

[verse 1]
pull up, two door swerving
back in the day, i was worthless
started from the surface in the middle of the desert
with a weather hot enough to break a motherf-cking thermos, n-gg- (ayy)
look at the flick of my wrist, one flick of this then i’m taking your b-tch
one flick of this now she here at the crib and she throwing it back for myself and my clique (one for the clique)
yeah, cali b-tch, you do c-ke and smoke cigs
yeah, she swallow like all of my kids
yeah, my brothers they handle they biz
yeah, i got the juul and the mint
i got the lean, take a sip
never, never taking sh-t
never, never take a loss
turn myself into a boss
only drinking on that voss

[chorus]
pull up, two door swerve (pull up)
pull up, two door swerve (pull up)
pull up, two door swerve (pull up)
pull up, two door, two door (yeah)
pull up, two door swerve (pull up)
pull up, two door swerve (ayy)
pull up, two door swerve (pull up)
pull up, two door, two door
pull up, two door swerve (pull up)
pull up, two door swerve (ayy)
pull up, two door swerve (pull up)
pull up, two door, two door, two door
pull up, two door swerve (pull up)
pull up, two door swerve (ayy)
pull up, two door swerve (pull up)
pull up, two door, two door

[verse 2]
motherf-ckers always hate on what i got (why they hate?)
keep on with it, then i’ma pull up right on to your block (right on to your block)
murder all you n-gg-s, leave your mama shot
then go around and turn around then f-ck up your pops
i took your b-tch, she suck my d-ck, i hit that lick, i do the work
my wrist is cold, these pounds i sold, i’m in the trap, i put in work
in the mansion, your b-tch twerk
like i’m manson, go berserk
off a perc, i’m smoking purp
hop in a foreign, then i skrt
yeah, it’s dark out
so it’s the perfect time to bring the mac out
when i pulled up onto saks fifth
and i buy sh-t, ’til i’m maxed out
hear my name up in their mouth, and i wonder what they talking ’bout
’cause they bank account got no amount, and i got his b-tch sleeping on my couch
that’s two door

[chorus]
pull up, two door swerve (ayy)
pull up, two door swerve (ayy)
pull up, two door swerve (ayy)
pull up, two door, two door (yeah)
pull up, two door swerve (pull up)
pull up, two door swerve (pull up)
pull up, two door swerve (pull up)
pull up, two door, two door (ayy)
pull up, two door swerve (pull up)
pull up, two door swerve (ayy)
pull up, two door swerve (pull up)
pull up, two door, two door, two door
pull up, two door swerve (ayy)
pull up, two door swerve (ayy)
pull up, two door swerve (ayy)
pull up, two door, two door (yeah)

- yung romvn lyrics

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