Lyrics:
T.G.I.P
Written by: Diondria Thornton
Music Produced by: Joshua F Bonner
V.1
Say hallelujah
luah
we ain't payin
out no jewelas
jewelas
wit all this
body rock
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
C'mon, Hank, sing that song!
Two by two
Comin in two by two
Never been around no guys like us, it says a lot about you
Two by two
Fuck with my two live crew
Tell me everything
and pull out my two shot derringer
Cause yes, Heather be comes classier
Cause Heather be , Jamal-Ski, and KRS the trainer
makes up the dope crew
your flesh hold
Thirty-two, or whatever the tech holes
My dirty crew rather hawk you to death rather than talk you to death
'Cause listenin' is like
never die, ah!
My crew standing by my side
Pass the joint we getting high
In this life you live or die
So you gotta go outside
Go and catch some good
my pocket
Yo heard, with my head I cock it, and rock it like that brother in colors
'Cause I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin'
[Angie Martinez] Oh!
[Sacario]
I don't think y'all ready [Angie Martinez Laughing]
It's what the world's been waitin for, live big, car keys
buried
Even if it means gettin' carried
By your closest friends
Rockin' gloves at the cemetary
It's gon' get ugly, uh
New Malcolm X, by any means
I
can't make this up
i can't make this up
she getting drunk
two cups
and when i step up in the party
i be lit as fuck
i'm with my brothers
with the crew
(Once again)
Once again
It's the infamous back in the house once again
Live the life, that of diamonds and guns and now gems
Pull gats like
(Once again)
Once again
It's the infamous back in the house once again
Live the life, that of diamonds and guns and now gems
Pull gats like
Y
Ugly
Need a mint or somethin'
Like real live disgustin'
Bands come by the dozen
You smokin' bring the bud in
I just started buzzin'
Turning of my
one around me supporting
Pisces at heart I live under waters
Trust me it get ugly
Trust me it get mhmm
Trust me it get ugly
Trust me it get mhmm
Trust
Back up, buy two coronas, you'll tell an ugly bitch in tha club you want her
Gonna drink mo liquor than a drunk, get crunk
Til a nigga breath smell like
the mainstream?
Meek Mill leans forward into the
Glow of his computer screen
His expression unreadable behind a
Pair of gold sunglasses
It's April, well after two
With the muthafuckin BM drop, 325
By the way, me and my crew, we real live
Get absurd and hit a nigga with the bloody birds
Niggas can't fuck around
Out of ugly, Extreme, Circumstances
As if magic, On this sadness
I live through the madness
Write ballads
Empowering lives affected, Tragic
flows wit two by fo's wit sand paper
Now what is a MC if he can't flow
Up next is E-Swift and my name is J-Ro
We don't give a fuck if you down wit
to
Ice on my wrist diamonds, I like dem
Rings plati-num, cousin been had dem
So bring ya whole crew star
Mi nuh 'fraid a dem
Ugly gal CHO! We nuh waan none
catch him'
It's gon' be a hit
I'm a knock off his crew
(I'ma hop out and spray it)
I ain't no rapper
I stand for the streets all
The way to the booth
Me
about now
You're about to be possessed
By the sounds of emcee Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two
name is, man we got a real crew, we got
Motherfuckers over here rapping for real, eat pussy on records and
Shit, that shit ain't what's happening, we
the dough
The lifestyle I live is untouchable
So we clutch a few, guns that'll touch your crew
'Cause we learned to do what the hustlers do
Different ways
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