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Lil 2z
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(Say four, n***a) I done turned this little sh*t into gold I remember it used to be rust Me and mama own both of our cars I remember we was ridin' the bus n***as talk out they ass but I promise to God when we pull up, we make n***as hush Any n***as don't know sh*t 'bout that boy 2, tell them n***as get off of my nuts Need a b*t*h with some ass, if the law pull us over you gotta put this sack in your butt n***as come 'round the set, get to thinkin' they gang, but I promise they not one of us My whole life was a four 'cause I swear it was tough That b*t*h couldn't hold it down, now that b*t*h living rough He done popped his first pill now he can't givе it up Told my dawg, "n***a you starting to turn to a klep'" Rubber band up them racks and thеn throw 'em in the duffy I've been chasing this paper, I smell kinda musty I've been bustin' my gun so my sh*t is not rusty And I know that boy mad but I bet he won't touch me Look I ain't gon' lie, I just got me some cuddy I hit 'em one time, after that they get ugly After she eat the d**k, send her back to her hubby I ain't sh*t, but these hoes make me sick to my stomach Said your n***as is real but yo' ass is a dummy 'Cause me and my n***a got the drop from yo' buddy It get crazy when sh*t get to involving money I'm from where it rain, tryna get where it sunny I'm the sh*t, make you smell it, I ain't finna flush it Put the chopper on auto, you ain't gotta clutch it It's small but it's deadly, I call it lil' Chucky If it's blue or it's green, it don't matter, I love it b*t*h calling me rude 'cause I asked her to suck it If it ain't bringing profit, I ain't finna touch it When we didn't have no lights, had to sleep at my cousin's Now I'm sellin' this music and smoking these nuggets I keep stuffin' exotic in all of these Russians These n***as keep trollin' to keep they self buzzin' I cop bread for breakfast like I'm eating muffins I'm not tryna talk, baby, let's get to f**kin' You can tell by the roots growing under my red bottom shoes that Lil 2z got his out the dirt And that b*t*h that you f**kin' 'round with, told me y'all lil' plan Why the f**k would y'all think that sh*t work? And I know that they call me Lil 2z but no matter what, b*t*h I'm always gon' come out in first And I just left the mobile home, I just weighed up a few p's, but I spilled a whole ounce on my shirt Watchin' SmackDown at Nitas 'cause we ain't have cable Nobody but mama put food on my table My mom named me Angelo 'cause I'm a angel I'm bustin' this chopper sideways from an angle I'm bustin' this b*t*h from the back while I spank her My daddy wasn't there, but I still gotta thank him If it wasn't for him then I wouldn't be able That's why I don't hate him, my n***a, I'm grateful
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