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back 2 back - 2kunt lyrics

[intro: nova & theevibe]
kuntboyz, ho
c’mon twin, lets get they ass (ah*ha, ha*ha*ha)
these b*tches not motherf*ckin’ ready
they never is, lets go
it’s miss bossanova, b*tch

[verse 1: nova]
he ain’t never had a pretty chocolate b*tch from the city (huh)
booty sittin’, bag right, these hoes ain’t f*ckin’ with me
steppin’ through, bottega boots, these ain’t no motherf*ckin’ rickies
p*ssy ho, come get ya man, he tryna play up in this kitty
see my face so f*ckin’ tea, i’m what b*tches wishin’ to be
and if you wanna f*ck with me, gotta take me on a shoppin’ spree
this p*ssy good, i guarantee, ask ya man, bet he agree
but if a n*gga kiss and tell, i’ma have to block and dеlete
throw this ass back, tell that n*gga catch it
p*ssy likе a dinner plate, before he eat it, he gon’ bless it
you know you wanna be me, lil’ baby, might as well confess it
and i see b*tches you copyin’, gon’ head and give me my credit (yeah, b*tch)
all you these hoes hatin’ on me, y’all can give my ass a kiss (mwah, mwah, mwah)
yes, i do this rappin’ sh*t for real, b*tch, this is not a script
that’s why ya man in my dm tryna eat me like a bag of chips
i got this b*tch havin’ a fit, now lil’ mama ballin’ up her fists (ah*ha, ha*ha*ha)
b*tches p*ssed, b*tches mad, i’m so s*xy (yeah), i’m so bad (yeah)
these hoes cannot catch up with me, b*tch, i’m ahead of my class (mwah)
b*tch, it’s big bossanova, i’m that b*tch, i thought i told ya
keep on talkin’ sh*t and like a lawnchair, b*tch, i’ma fold ya
[verse 2: theevibe]
my arm just like the bl!cky, b*tches try me, bet it’s poppin’ off
the beatings so contagious, get the mace and b*tches start to cough
she a knock off, a dummy clone, the sowin’ of my seed
i’m beatin’ b*tches, i don’t stop ’til i’m makin’ these b*tches bleed
you say you got ’em but you snackin’ on my leftovers
these b*tches know i’m with, i’m with the crew up in a range rover
can any b*tch come step? bet you can’t, you a baby doll
you played out and delayed, yo’ life mini, get a small
like kari said you in the background, b*tch, play ya role right
i promise if you press a b*tch my pressure ain’t gon’ be slight
you come for twin, you come for me and you ain’t sleepin’ at night
these n*ggas barkin’ all that sh*t but b*tches really won’t bite
they not about it, i don’t play that and these b*tches know better
like volleyball, you said you beatin’ but you can’t be a setter
these n*ggas p*ssy, walk around me but they say they a stepper
i’m real flashy, recognize the next b*tch as the header
since you lurkin’ on my page, then b*tch, i must be the topic
he love just how my body shape and how i move is hypnotic
the image of me stuck up in his head, i got him goin’ psychotic
a natural perc’ 30, i walk past and n*ggas erotic

[outro: nova & theevibe]
ayy, yo, twin
who these bum b*tches think they talkin’ to?
i don’t know, but they shut up when kuntboyz walk through
these b*tches still runnin’ they mouth but still ain’t did sh*t
b*tch, it’s the kuntboyz
and all you hoes can get yo’ wig split, b*tch (ah*ha, ha*ha*ha*ha)
stupid ass b*tches (dumb ass hoes)
f*ck wrong with these hoes? (f*ck)
b*tch, it’s the motherf*ckin’ kuntboyz, ho
y’all know what’s up

- 2kunt lyrics

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