Información de la canción En esta página puedes encontrar la letra de la canción 2 da Money, artista - LUD FOE. Fecha de emisión: 31.12.2016
Restricciones de edad: 18+
Idioma de la canción: inglés
2 da Money |
| I gave this li hoe my number now she can’t stop usin' it |
| I just bought a new chopper now I can’t stop usin' it |
| Made in Italy, my shoes got 2 Gs on em |
| Cop a foreign than I on it |
| Im a dog on every beat I leave fleas on it |
| My pistol like a lemon boy dont make me squeeze on ya |
| If that chick ain’t no stripper I ain’t throwin cheese on her |
| Im so cold I might leave you froze if I sneeze on you |
| If do blow then bring me yo nose |
| Out here sellin blow |
| Ran out of baggage so I told my hoes just go to the store |
| Chopper left him with a bald head, buddy had a fro |
| They wanted smoke now they all dead. Go look at the score |
| The hottest nigga in it, ain’t I |
| Baby Im a big dog but I ain’t a K9 |
| You droppin names to the feds? Boy you better not say non' |
| Get 200 for the time bitch can’t let her waste mine |
| The cops tried to get it back at me |
| damned if they pull me over with this shit in my trunk |
| Fast whip with the pink slip, bitch this my shit |
| Im ridin in it with a full clip of this hot shit |
| Ridin 26's on the road to riches. Bitches on me kissin |
| Tried to tell em but they didn’t listen now they reminiscin' |
| , I bought ammunition for the opposition |
| You ain’t got no bitch and you confused with no intuition |
| Bitch so thick she can’t even fit her thong |
| I can’t the pistol cause the clip is too long |
| She can’t inhale her smoke cause the reefer too strong |
| I know I was gon' make it. Won’t be broke for too long |
| Bitch I got my shoes I rock Christian Luves when I walk |
| Money in my room I dont got no room in the vault |
| If you make the news fuckin' with my dudes thats your fault |
| Tried to run he fell, shoulda tied before he walked |
| Gave that bitch my number |
| Even though I knew she would stalk me |
| He say he the truth even when I knew he was false |
| Actin like he hard even though I knew he was soft |
| I was sellin hard I know what to do with the soft |
| Bitch Im livin large like Im Big in this bitch |
| morphine, leave a nigga numb in this bitch |
| Big booty bitch, I might put my thumb in her shit |
| Switched ruger clips and I put a drum on that bitch |
| Bitch Im trynna put my paws on a bag like im Santa Clause |
| Get all him her jaws, kick her out, and forget to call |
| Nigga im a bear, you a dog. Got a different claw |
| Nigga you ain’t seen what I saw boy my vision raw |
| Ridin 4 deep with that heat no drive out |
| We walk up, leave a nigga block chalked up |
| we get our lick back, we need to sober up |
| I put my drop top in a paint shop, it need a close up |
| This bitch lookin at me like wine she fine as hell |
| She wanna fuck my watch but only time will tell |
| You broke as hell, in that cell, you can’t make your bail |
| We got pounds, we got, and they all for sale |
| on my got me sittin' tall as hell |
| A nigga press my buttons then you know we raisin hell |
| You wanna have my baby hoe you must be crazy as hell |
| Get up and get some money boy yo' ass lazy as hell |
| Ran up a quarter mill and I ain’t even got no deal |
| I rode with the steel and I dont even need no pill |
| You actin like you drill, you ain’t even in no field |
| Even though Im grown still ridin on big wheels |
| Gang Gaaannngggg Gang Hahaha Bitch Skrr |