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2 piece - 3200 tre & rmc mike lyrics

[verse 1: 3200 tre]
i can’t buy a b*tch a steak, she a two piece
get the word if she bring me a [?] and give me two weeks
[?] got two tweets
mikey h*llcat too fast, it got two speeds
if you see me call my phone, b*tch, you better answer
b*tch a lier, i just asked her one question, she gave me seven answers
i never [?] i don’t mess with cancer
i might hit a bottle girl, but i don’t mess with dancers
but you might got a chance, if i knew you first
you stupid if you put your hands on me, tried vudu first
you can’t come up eating steak, buy [?]
i don’t rap for free, you pay me 5 k, then i’ll do the verse
this an automatic chop, it might shoot itself
unc done ran out of dope, he might [?] himself
she ain’t bringing in no friends, she say i’m tryna f*ck you myself
if your pape going down, you [?]
[?] cut the music up, this sh*t ain’t loud enough
i don’t [?] piling up
these n*ggas do not be on that, they just be sounding tough
don’t call my phone if you ain’t tryna cop a pound or nothing

[verse 2: rmc mike]
i’m finna take [?] on a drill, tell him mount it up
i put my h*llcat on forgis, told them mount it up
[?] bag, help me count it up
i paid 60, really 58, had him round it up
you know your mathimatics
i can make a bad b*tch get nasty, like a crab salad
f*ck a b*tch once then disappear, that’s my bad habit
she wanna share the d*ck with her friends, i told her have at it
it’s enough to go around, just for all of y’all
she want to f*ck before she went to work, and end up calling off
i’m known for talking sh*t for days, ain’t no falling off
shot the k so much, the wood end up falling off
riding through the block with brand new glock, this b*tch 23
cuban bracelet with some pointers in it, cost me 20 g’s
[?] ever go bad, sh*t, i got 20 fiends
rmc, my entertainment, [?]
we just waiting on the goat, free the ghetto
jam ain’t enough, her booty shaking like it’s jello
i know she wanna f*ck, i pulled my d*ck out to say h*llo
i’ma end up k!lling some, i ain’t the one you wanna tell on
i got a lawyer on retainer, that’s some boss sh*t
every day i’m tryna rap, i’m treating the booth like an office
[?] in the h*llcat, almost lost it
drop a body, have a tea party like we embossed it

- 3200 tre rmc mike lyrics

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