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lirik lagu 2 pistols - we run it

[chorus: 2 pistols]
sittin’ outside of the club, posted up (oh yeah)
got two pistols in my pants for them boys actin’ up (oh yeah, young boss)
i’ma teach you how to stunt, yellow stones in my watch (young boss of the city, n~gga, geah)
yeah, the ice look cold, but the boy so hot (2 pistols)
we pop bottles, and get money (see what it is? i’ma do my d~mn thizzy)
catch me up in the club ’cause i run it (ain’t n0body but my n~ggas do they d~mn thizzy)
we pop bottles, and get money (bmu)
catch me up in the club ’cause i run it (j.u.s.t.i.c.e. league, cte, let’s go)

[verse 1: 2 pistols]
we throw in the air, watch it fall to the flo’ (flo’)
blood money union, you should already know (oh yeah)
i’m the young boss (boss), that mean my paper straight (yеah)
them boys pockets hurtin’ (so what?), so they gotta hatе (f~ck ’em)
you see me, i ball outra’
fo~fifty for the jeans with a plain white tee (ha)
ice sparkle all over that b~tch so brightly (yes)
i’m so icy (yes), tell a blind b~tch
she say, “i know, i see” (that’s 2p, haha)
i know, yeah, i’m so crazy
them boys don’t like me, well, f~ck you, pay me (b~tch)
ben franks, all cash, no checks (young boss)
[chorus: 2 pistols]
sittin’ outside of the club, posted up
got two pistols in my pants for them boys actin’ up
i’ma teach you how to stunt, yellow stones in my watch
yeah, the ice look cold, but the boy so hot
we pop bottles, and get money
catch me up in the club ’cause i run it
we pop bottles, and get money
catch me up in the club ’cause i run it (let’s go)

[verse 2: sl!ck pulla]
my chest chunked out, lookin’ like a patty melt (what?)
plus the chrome mac~11 stretchin’ out my f~ckin’ belt (fo’ real)
i’m so cool (cool), i’m so gangsta (yes)
shouts out to my plug, can’t forget to thank ya (what’s happenin’?)
shouts out to 2 pistols, this a real banger (yeah)
shouts out to the league, y’all, the cake bakers (haha)
play makers, that’s who i politic with (with)
and all them big jugs of fluid got me on tip (that’s real)
nocturnal, we party all night, pimp (pimp)
crank the club up at 1:00 and don’t leave ’til 6:00 (yes)
with somethin’ hot in a cutlass, sittin’ real big (big)
tomorrow night, watch a n~gga do the same sh~t (okay)

[chorus: 2 pistols]
sittin’ outside of the club, posted up
got two pistols in my pants for them boys actin’ up
i’ma teach you how to stunt, yellow stones in my watch
yeah, the ice look cold, but the boy so hot
we pop bottles, and get money
catch me up in the club ’cause i run it
we pop bottles, and get money
catch me up in the club ’cause i run it (let’s go)
[verse 3: blood raw]
blood raw, e’rybody love me, i’m so fly (fly)
(“girl, ain’t that blood raw?”) when i ride by (hurry)
they say he the mayor, well b~tch, i’m the governor
the realest n~gga breathin’, and you could put that on my mother (ah man)
i been had money (money), yeah, i’m through with the cases
i got these p~ssy n~ggas mad, i could see it on they faces (hahaha)
i don’t give a f~ck (no), b~tch, i’m the man (man)
i put the state on my back in my f~ckin’ louis bag (louis)
a real street n~gga not like these f~ckin’ fakers
they ain’t wanna let us in ’cause they some motherf~ckin’ haters
the realest sh~t i’m gon’ say (say) don’t nann b~tch breathe (nah)
i got two big pistols, and b~tch, i squeeze (ah man, swear to god)

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