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Paroles de la chanson 2-Man par BabyTron
Ayy, ShittyBoyz, Dog$hit militia
Long live $cam, R.I.P. Chris
You hear him skippin', huh
[BabyTron]
Ayy, I'm with the Catch-A-Hat crew, you gotta hear the fitted
I'm quick to pimp a soda, you would think the kid Xzibit
Hoppin' dick to dick, you gotta know these bitches ribbit (Haha)
I hope you don't think we got buttas just to pistol whip 'em
Two hundred shots and half a ticket, it's just me and Von
Dude the Moissanite maniac, I see S.I
Long live $cam, R.I.P. Chris
You hear him skippin', huh
[BabyTron]
Ayy, I'm with the Catch-A-Hat crew, you gotta hear the fitted
I'm quick to pimp a soda, you would think the kid Xzibit
Hoppin' dick to dick, you gotta know these bitches ribbit (Haha)
I hope you don't think we got buttas just to pistol whip 'em
Two hundred shots and half a ticket, it's just me and Von
Dude the Moissanite maniac, I see S.I
Zaga loud as 3F5, told her suck it, DX vibes
All that playin' 'til he hooked up to a bunch of cords just like a PS5
(Brr) That's the money phone
My lil' blood got more B's than a honeycomb
Bein' broke a joke, you must've snapped your funny bone (Haha)
P-U-A, he had paper glitches, where his money go? (Nyah)
What the fuck?
Bitch, you let me paint your face, how I'm the bozo?
Finna bust the Yacht Master just to show 'em how the showboats
Shit, I stack it dolo, spend it dolo, count it dolo, you know
DSM, I bend and broke the leash, the bitches call me Cool Joe
All that playin' 'til he hooked up to a bunch of cords just like a PS5
(Brr) That's the money phone
My lil' blood got more B's than a honeycomb
Bein' broke a joke, you must've snapped your funny bone (Haha)
P-U-A, he had paper glitches, where his money go? (Nyah)
What the fuck?
Bitch, you let me paint your face, how I'm the bozo?
Finna bust the Yacht Master just to show 'em how the showboats
Shit, I stack it dolo, spend it dolo, count it dolo, you know
DSM, I bend and broke the leash, the bitches call me Cool Joe
If you know, you know, but if you don't, uh-oh (Uh-oh)
I can't see with all the Zaga Zion gun smoke
Ain't go to prom, I would've Wockified the punchbowl (Ah)
He was prom king, but now he just a cuss though (Ha-ha)
She was prom queen, but now she just a bust though (Ha-ha)
He used to tattle-tale in school, now he a undo (Nyah)
Yo life really only worth a bowl of gumbo
Go ahead and shoot your shot, you gotta know my ho Mutombo, ShittyBoyz
[VonOff1700]
All through the 'Raq, I'm actin' up, I'm like a city boy
I can't see with all the Zaga Zion gun smoke
Ain't go to prom, I would've Wockified the punchbowl (Ah)
He was prom king, but now he just a cuss though (Ha-ha)
She was prom queen, but now she just a bust though (Ha-ha)
He used to tattle-tale in school, now he a undo (Nyah)
Yo life really only worth a bowl of gumbo
Go ahead and shoot your shot, you gotta know my ho Mutombo, ShittyBoyz
[VonOff1700]
All through the 'Raq, I'm actin' up, I'm like a city boy
I got a foregrip on the front with a button, this a silly toy
If I ain't have a chain, I'll make you give me yours
I just made a million dollars, but that ain't shit 'cause I need plenty more
Damn, I thought the song stopped
I showed your bitch my chain and then her thongs dropped
I almost put it in her ass, damn, that's the wrong spot
All my songs fire, all of yours not
I need to go back to the store, I got the wrong pop
This my homie gun, but I got my own Glock
I don't go to niggas hood, I got my own block
Uh, we don't need to buy no car, we got our own lot
If I ain't have a chain, I'll make you give me yours
I just made a million dollars, but that ain't shit 'cause I need plenty more
Damn, I thought the song stopped
I showed your bitch my chain and then her thongs dropped
I almost put it in her ass, damn, that's the wrong spot
All my songs fire, all of yours not
I need to go back to the store, I got the wrong pop
This my homie gun, but I got my own Glock
I don't go to niggas hood, I got my own block
Uh, we don't need to buy no car, we got our own lot
Shoot that nigga in his body till his bones lock
We shot him twenty feet away, boy, that's a long shot
We not talkin' NBA, boy, that's the wrong Top
Uh, this is not a ARP, boy, this a long chop
I would not get in that V if it ain't fast shit
Bitch, I act the way I act 'cause I ain't never had shit
She say, "Von, do you love me?" Not a tad bit
Me and Tron just pulled eight, we with some fine shit
Damn, we on the two man
Why this nigga talkin'? He can't even show me two bands
Chop so big, I had to shoot that bitch with two hands
If I can do this shit, my nigga, you can
That nigga ran up on me, hit his ass with a hadouken
We shot him twenty feet away, boy, that's a long shot
We not talkin' NBA, boy, that's the wrong Top
Uh, this is not a ARP, boy, this a long chop
I would not get in that V if it ain't fast shit
Bitch, I act the way I act 'cause I ain't never had shit
She say, "Von, do you love me?" Not a tad bit
Me and Tron just pulled eight, we with some fine shit
Damn, we on the two man
Why this nigga talkin'? He can't even show me two bands
Chop so big, I had to shoot that bitch with two hands
If I can do this shit, my nigga, you can
That nigga ran up on me, hit his ass with a hadouken
Uh, he dropped a diss on 'em, that cost him two friends
You say you see the opps, lil' nigga, shoot, then
He came inside at 2, and then he died around like 2:10
You say you see the opps, lil' nigga, shoot, then
He came inside at 2, and then he died around like 2:10
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