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double seater - big vern lyrics

[intro]
swish, run ’em bands up!
look at that, big vern!

[chorus]
2 bad b*tches on my d*ck, call that a double seater
she ain’t f*ckin with you no more, ’cus you don’t know how to treat her
gotta put this sh*t to the max, b*tch blow out the speaker
knocked that b*tch straight outta the park, just like i’m derek jeter
(whoa)
strictly only talkin’ ms that’s cash sh*t, you ain’t gettin’ money with the gang
(b*tch you broke)
you been hangin’ ’round the team, can’t f*ck with that sh*t, get the f*ck up off of my d*ck
(you’s a hoe)

[verse 1]
sittin’ on the top of the world, never switch up my demeanor
icy like i changed up the season, call me a kitchen freezer
run up on you, pull out the .40, we get no misdemeanor
we catchin’ bags, no drops on the season, call me a wide receiver
bottom of the chain, ’til we keep it movin’, goin’ and we run sh*t
b*tch you is a slave to the industry, you’s a puppet
call me giannis how i drive to the hoop and get the bucket
when i’m f*ckin’ on yo b*tch, get that sh*t all up in her stomach
money on my mind, while i’m countin the guala, call that coincidental
call me wavy, by the way that i be flowin’ on the instrumental
not even at my peak, all this sh*t i drop been experimental
just wait for the ep, that sh*t fasho finna be monumental

[chorus]
2 bad b*tches on my d*ck, call that a double seater
she ain’t f*ckin with you no more, ‘cus you don’t know how to treat her
gotta put this sh*t to the max, b*tch blow out the speaker
knocked that b*tch straight outta the park, just like i’m derek jeter
(whoa)
strictly only talkin’ ms that’s cash sh*t, you ain’t gettin’ money with the gang
(b*tch you broke)
you been hangin’ ’round the team, can’t f*ck with that sh*t, get the f*ck up off of my d*ck
(you’s a hoe)

[verse 2]
run it back, nah we ain’t done, bring that b*tch back right in for verse 2
why yo b*tch say she want me, you ain’t the one she turn to
f*ck the beef, i get money, chase a bag all i pursue
f*ck with the gang and get money that’s all she really wanna do
every song we droppin’, it’s poppin, we on top b*tch
fly out to hawaii, bahamas, we in the tropics
ballin’ like i’m harden, we stepback, imma houston rocket
never f*ckin’ with a broke boy, no money up in your pockets
i do this sh*t for fun and for the one’s who really f*ckin with the repertoire
and once i go further, finna turn this into a seminar
lames stealin my rhymes like they takin sh*t from’ a cookie jar
this rappin’ sh*t is easy like riding a bike with no handlebars

- big vern lyrics

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