lirik lagu lil eazzyy – 2 in 1
[intro]
violation
yea, real n~gga
i don’t need no p~ssy b~tch (don’t play wit’ me b~tch)
sleezemoney, ceo
dizzyouviolated
yeah
uh uh
i don’t need no, uh uh
i don’t need other b~tch, uh uh
lets go, go
go
[verse 1]
i jus’ need a 40, matter a fact, i need a 4 [?] (glrrt)
this ain’t fo’ the image, i ain’t gotta post sh~t
i jus’ need a b~tch who i can call to get yo’ folks hit (yo’ folks hit)
and if she don’t come spinnin’ ‘night, wit’ me to get her throat hit (cmere)
young and turn b~tch but my b~tch cannot be regular (at all)
she ain’t wanna go and pick up my load, then i stop textin’ her (i stop textin’ her)
certified trapper, y’all be f~ckin’ wit’ the masters (certified)
the n~ggas that come tell me when they homiе want some pressure (brеad winner)
speak on leaky, then you dead n~gga (dead n~gga)
boy don’t let that gun get put to yo’ head n~gga (fried)
i grew up wit’ trappers that wasn’t fair n~gga (for real)
hard to keep my cool without the mans n~gga (lets go)
soon as my brother call me, i’m on it, this sh~t emotional (i’m on my way)
popped another 10 on the e~way, i’m stayin’ focused (focused)
she hate when i be high, sayin’ bogus, show no emotion (no cap)
i ain’t goin’, i ain’t givin’ no love to a thot (i ain’t going)
we can’t have no bums in the spot (b~tch)
percussion, put a drum in a glock (blrrt)
n~ggas ass think he a thug but he not (he not)
boy i’m really slidin’, put a slug in his top
i ain’t thinkin’ ’bout an opp that don’t needa be up on this block
it’s a hemi in this b~tch (skrr), i ain’t thinkin’ ’bout no cop (skrr)
look lil’ hoe, i’m really rich, i ain’t thinkin’ ’bout no bop
i’m too worried ’bout not signin’ no amiri’s when it drop (go)
coast to coast, i do the most, don’t matter what, i gotta tow
i paid a g jus’ for my note, the srt feel like it float
you ain’t wanna know what i spent up on a coat (b~tch)
drowin’ in the club, i jus’ made this b~tch come drive the boat (go)
i jus’ signed a deal to turn my folks up (folks up)
a lot of n~ggas can’t say the same, go go swimmin’ when they blow up
sleezemoney finna be outside, put your hoe up (put your hoe up)
silly n~gga put your door up (n~gga)
b~tch, don’t play wit’ it, don’t play wit’ it, don’t play wit’ it, i stay wit’ it n~gga
doubleback, got a k in here
only trus’ my stick and that i lay wit’ it
ay, b~tch, gang
(sosa on the beat)
gang in this b~tch (gang), gang in this b~tch
gang in this b~tch (gang), gang in this b~tch (gang)
ay, ay
sleezemoney (n~gga), b~tch, ceo
go
you know the f~ck we on n~gga (we on that), we on that
okay
uh
[hook]
ain’t no gorilla, but i got my k!lla (b~tch), and they bout’ that skrilla
cashapp a bag, they on they way to go get ’em (go)
if you there, then you dyin’ wid ’em, b~tch
stuff in a 50 (glrrrt)
then switch out the barrel
that i got a gun a touch up
i gave it fillers
stupid lil’ boy prolly thinkin’ he one up
i got the drop and it came from his sister (dumbass)
lake shore ridin’ wit’ a b~tch gettin’ knocked off (skrr)
i’m finna go hit the shop for a new fit
maybach lookin’ like coolwhip (go)
n~ggas can’t f~ck wit’ my new sh~t (at all)
that snitchin’ sh~t’ll get you hit
rp30s got me booted (30s)
you ain’t wanna get into it (n~gga)
sleezemoney, we the movement n~gga (the movement n~gga)
[verse 3]
faneto
faneto, but them pigs, i need mo’ (i need mo’)
yeah i’m chasin’ bread, i do not loathe (i do not lack)
no this ain’t no jeep, this [?]
boy, do not call me g, i’m not yo’ folks (i’m not yo’ folks)
if we blitz, i call reo
sh~t on lock, ain’t no peo (sh~t on lock)
if they sn~tch me up in backseat, talkin’ a no go (yea)
i need numbs, i call my [?]
we gon’ glass him, that’s fosho
all that woofin’, i won’t ig tag him
i’ll have foenem grab him
switch on the back of the glock, that b~tch sound like a fan
everyday i prolly spin like a band
i been the n~gga that settin’ the trends
walk in the court, it’s a h~ll of a blend
every year i got a switch, they sound like the rich
take timbos up on the interstate
i’m up in heavyweight trappin’, you featherweight (i’m heavy)
passin’ out blows, i feel like tank (b~tch)
tryin’ to play catch up, but he can’t (can’t)
[?] like mustard, don’t scratch up the paint (skrrt)
shordy be tryin’ to act like she ain’t want me, i hit her friend and now she wanna date (thot)
you tryna hop in my way but you late (go)
you wanna talk about paper, i bought me a house and a car and some t~~th and a date (huh)
doin’ the sh~t that y’all ain’t (b~tch)
[hook]
ain’t no gorilla, but i got my k!lla, and they bout’ that skrilla
cashapp a bag, they on they way to go get ’em (go)
if you there, then you dyin’ wid ’em, b~tch (get down wid ’em)
stuff in a 50
then switch out the barrel, that got a gun a touch up, i gave it fillers (huh)
stupid lil’ boy prolly thinkin’ he one up
i got the drop and it came from his sister (dumbass)
lake shore ridin’ wit’ a b~tch gettin’ knocked off (skrr)
i’m finna go hit the shop for a new fit
maybach lookin’ like coolwhip (skrr)
n~ggas can’t f~ck wit’ my new sh~t (at all)
that snitchin’ sh~t’ll get you hit (rat)
rp30s got me booted
you ain’ wanna get into it (b~tch)
sleezemoney, we the movement n~gga
sleezemoney, we the movement n~gga (i’m on that)
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