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2 fried - bino brown lyrics

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[intro]
holla, holla holla you can’t hit my gas man
i gotta take this to the face

[refrain]
i just smoked a half a pound
b-tch i’m fried, b-tch i’m fried
you say that you ballin’
boy you lied, boy you lied
that lil’ mama thick
she got thighs, she got thighs
aye, went and picked that b-tch up
on my side, on my side
keep her like my gun
by my side, by my side
aye, f-ck her from the back
’til she tired, ’til she tired
you can have the b-tch
she ain’t mine, she ain’t mine
you can’t hang with gang
you ain’t slime, you ain’t slime

[verse 1]
this lil’ n-gg- stay with the sh-t
keep a lil’ b-tch ‘and she thick
i turned that b-tch on like a switch
i get the thumb i don’t kiss
30 k all on my wrist
been out here all on your b-tch
ballin’ hard with the -ssist
i shoot my shot i don’t miss

shot that’s on me like a gun
i sw-ng that b-tch just like lebron
i shoot the nut right on her tongue
she ate the nut like a pecan

you see the cars they come in a fleet
i got a rollie but want a phillippe
i’m in the hood, and stake out on cheap
i got my -ss out ain’t gettin’ no sleep

i’m in the trap, i get it they love it
i love it, they hatin’ they broke and disgustin’
it weighin’ over i’m really like “f-ck it”
i still make a profit and double the budget
it weighin’ over i’m really like “f-ck it”
i still make a profit and double the budget
already sold, i didn’t even touch it
i’m talking money they switchin’ the subject

[refrain]
i just smoked a half a pound
b-tch i’m fried, b-tch i’m fried
you say that you ballin’
boy you lied, boy you lied
that lil’ mama thick
she got thighs, she got thighs
aye, went and picked that b-tch up
on my side, on my side
keep her like my gun
by my side, by my side
aye, f-ck her from the back
’til she tired, ’til she tired
you can have the b-tch
she ain’t mine, she ain’t mine
you can’t hang with gang
you ain’t slime, you ain’t slime

[verse 2]
i don’t play no games i handle business
yah, i move them pounds i’m in the fitness
i keep a glock ’cause i’m a walking ticket
i’m in the trap i hustle like i’m nipsey

i went and put some 4g’s on my ride
i got this drip for sale but this ain’t plies
her -ss like mikey d’s its supersized
i told these n-gg-s catch up, hold the fries

i see a real n-gg- when i look up in the mirror
still got the sack b-tch i feel like vermillion

yes i’m smokin’ k!ller
my hood look like thriller
all these chains on i might need a chinchilla

[refrain]
i just smoked a half a pound
b-tch i’m fried, b-tch i’m fried
you say that you ballin’
boy you lied, boy you lied
that lil’ mama thick
she got thighs, she got thighs
aye, went and picked that b-tch up
on my side, on my side
keep her like my gun
by my side, by my side
aye, f-ck her from the back
’til she tired, ’til she tired
you can have the b-tch
she ain’t mine, she ain’t mine
you can’t hang with gang
you ain’t slime, you ain’t slime

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