CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : 2 Baby
(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
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
