Lyrics:
a pt2 your bitch got an Attitude
But I guess that ain't anything new
I'm addicted to the drugs hitting my head
Guess you can say I'm fucking abscessed
But
new
Cos songs be coming two by two
I'm who I wanna be, niggas mad at me
No Jay-Z, I ain't got the key but i got the mentality
Smoke on the mic when I
runnin' back to him
She want to put it in her mouth she a freaky bitch
He be kissing on her little do he know she be kissing kids
I pull up 2am she say you
of silence **
It was a mansion on the outskirts of chicago, I clout
Hood went by the name of mikey budafeuco didn't like me
Ms jones was around back I took
you
And if a shooting star goes by
I'll use that star to write "I love you"
A thousand times across the sky
One thing isn't very clear my love
[x8]
[verse two]
So shut up motherfuckers as I laid the ink
When I'm in Detroit,niggers fight in mink
When I'm in Chicago,motherfuckers get buck wild
(Your word for it)
(Your word for it)
You're my kind of A.B.C.
Years counting one two three
You're the reason
I sing do re mi
You're a bible by
true
You drive a bucket, that you bought for a G
I ride around snuffin them fo'-eighteens
In the back of a motherfuckin big ass truck
Jump two rows
back" - Mobb
Deep 'Shook Ones Pt 2'
"Watch what the fuck you say and what you
Do" - Freddie Foxxx 'Stock In The Game'
"You're now rocking with the best"
Maybe I'm tripping
Thought you were feeling me
Felt like a cadence
Shit felt like 1,2,3
I'll mind my business
'Cause obviously it's her not me
'Cause
wanna show you what a GIB, I'd rather be sippin' Remy in VIP,
When you hear the music it'll be by me, Twista with the legendary nigga BIG,
Brooklyn
East Atlanta stand up (East Atlanta stand UP!)
Lamborghinis, Ferraris and Bentleys, big boats and jetskis
Cristal and Dom P', the kush, the PT
Two
get to thе guap, get to the cheese, ah
If you got a choppеr nigga, better squeeze
Ah and I got bands like one, two, three
Too easy, ABC
My bands is
important you taught me my ABC's
You taught me my 1,2's, and 3's
I know that I don't say that I love you
But there's a reason I deserve you
Sorry I can't get
eat me up while I drive
It's time to get lifted
Check one check two
You couldn't get it confused
I'm a stoner with a stripper
Rolling blunts for
Yo yaow!, test test test,
Check check check check
Is this working?
Is it working, OK alright yo yo yo!
Testing testing one two three
Big up
Have you twiddling your thumbs
Trynna see how I move
Bitch you know I'm number one
I could never be two
See I been cool
I been chill
I was laying back
Two words one finger
All them years knocked me down
But I made it out the wringer
Ran game like sprinter
Should've listened to my Mama
When she told me
with (gang)
Ridin' through Chicago with some boys on some street shit (grrah-grrah)
Fuck a lot niggas' hoes 'cause I'm on some me shit
Do a hit, don't
you
And if a shooting star goes by
I'll use that star to write "I love you"
A thousand times across the sky
One thing isn't very clear my love
the ABC's
And all we do is tryna become the next Belle Delphine
I get to look totally homeless and dominate the globe
My fall from grace kinda looks like
tonight
One by one by one
Two by two by two
One by one by one
Two by two by two
Sare sare sare kiamosa
Baby baby make we dansia
Sare sare sare kiamosa
Baby
thirty three V tires, he fire
These streets ain't papaya ma
You gotta keep heat on your side
Two must, so I'm a get three more and cop you one
Wait,
jes-
Us running on top
Verse 2:
I ain't done where you going?
Sit down man
Cover my aura in Versace cologne
They thought I was done but my gang is
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