lirik lagu tj porter - bay 2 ny
[verse 1: tj porter]
from the east to the bay, you know we on the map
call lul g, he pull up with the strap
thirty on me, yeah, i’m carryin’ that
and that b-tch on my hip got a big kickback
this is plug talk, i can show you how the plugs talk
you need weed or you need xans, i show you how the plug talk
is you bangin’ or you crippin’? n-gg-, this a thug walk
hah, yeah, n-gg-, this a thug walk
[verse 2: lul g]
ain’t no motherf-ckin’ stock, it’s a thirty on this clip, though
two glocks on me, two twins like i’m brisco
up this b-tch on him, make him groove like he crisco
f-ck around and shoot a movie in this b-tch, what the clip hold
me and tj had your b-tch like a p-rnstar
we give her d-ck while that b-tch, you adorin’ her
how the f-ck you kiss that b-tch when i dogged that b-tch?
ran your b-tch with the gang and i won’t call the b-tch
[verse 3: tj porter]
i can show you how to shoot a glock, i keep it on my waist
i can show you how to make it hot, just don’t cover your face
we do not f-ck with the coppers, we be bustin’ on the choppers
if you ain’t with that sh-t, boy, just stay in your place
i don’t need hoes, i be buggin’ like i’m steve-o
have you swimmin’ with the fishes, you’ll be lost like nemo
all these b-tches for the team, yeah, we call ’em team hoes
have my d-ck up in her mouth, watch that b-tch deepthroat
[verse 4: lul g]
show you how to bust that chopper, how to kick a door
learn how to bust that chopper, you gon’ hit the floor
sloppy roll, all twenties like it’s piccolo
hundred chances i done chose but i can’t choose a ho
d-mn near a meal ticket, i done upped about a hundred poor
strapped like the navy, young n-gg- got a hundred poles
forty-one on my wrist, that sh-t h-lla froze
if bustdown beat that n-gg-, b-tch, he h-lla bold
[verse 5: tj porter]
make your block hot, we be spinnin’ in the drop-top
when i’m dumpin’, watch him jump in like he playin’ hopscotch
i be bustin’ in her mouth, she said it feel like pop rocks
i ain’t cuffin’ no hoes, i ain’t cuffin’ hot thots
[verse 6: lul g]
up this big glock, make that n-gg- get bip-bop
and look, word, you think sh-t funny? turn you to a chris rock
fake -ss rollie on your wrist, boy, that sh-t tick tock
catch him cuffin’ on a b-tch, then you know the b-tch not
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