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two 15’s - fattmack & raqbaby lyrics

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[intro]
yeah, fatt

[chorus: fattmack]
i don’t know why i want you here, i know you bad for me
yea just f*cked this b*tch and made up a lie like i had to leave
if you know you gon’ shoot then hold your fire up in the air with me
yeah
and i pray he don’t try his ass gon die up in this bnb, and this lil b*tch too fine it blow my mind like what you see in me!
d*mn it must be this check the sh*t on my neck why she won’t never leave me
i pull up f*ck my ex if it ain’t that then she won’t never see me
i skirt off in a vet hope i don’t wreck i’m high off two 15’s on god

[verse: fattmack]
yeah
i just popped a 30 i pray and hopе i see tomorrow, fall asleep and wake up early all thesе perkys heal my heart
late night bro nem lurkin’ tryna pull a n*gga card
i let you wear my chain and rep my gang b*tch you the one
i been runnin’ out of patience, runnin’ out of love
i’m sorry you can’t be my favorite, you know it’s the drugs
i got h*lla b*tches on my waitin’ list they wishin’ what it was
i’m startin’ to feel you ain’t the one but b*tch i’m with you just because
and b*tch you lucky just to find me i’m a diamond in the rough
you try to take some sh*t you dyin’ b*tch we supplyin’ all the drugs
and they all took all my love for granted all my kindness wasn’t enough
you can’t come round b*tch this sh*t over in my mind i had enough
yeah, every since middle school i been gettin’ high i had a plug
first it was this weed and then i moved to harder drugs
yeah i don’t know really how to love i know i’m hard to love
where i come from don’t no one make it out they made it hard for us
[verse: raq baby]
can’t come round actin’ p*ssy, you know me from pullin’ cards
can’t play me like no rookie you know me from stealin’ cars
your momma said don’t hang with us cause we the bad boys
tryna pull my name through the mud b*tch you get dragged for it
came to play [?] boy
i can heart your story all day, but baby i won’t beg for it
got tired of the srt i had to cop the vet boy
don’t think he to big till he get shoot i got rounds for the fat boy
you can put the glock down you get beat
just know i got that mac boy all in alabama i’m never lackin’ i’m ridin’ round with fattmack boy, and we all got fat macs boy
baked potatoes sittin’ on the stick turn a n*gga to some mash boy
knew i was gon’ be something told my dukes it was a reason why i was skippin’ class
won’t ever stop seizin’ until i see he ain’t breathin’ we on his ass
n*gga it’s opp season if he lack then we gotta leave him on his ass
don’t care if the thot leavin’ i already smacked gotta leave her in the past

[chorus: fattmack]
i don’t know why i want you here, i know you bad for me
yea just f*cked this b*tch and made up a lie like i had to leave
if you know you gon’ shoot then hold your fire up in the air with me
yeah
and i pray he don’t try his ass gon die up in this bnb, and this lil b*tch too fine it blow my mind like what you see in me!
d*mn it must be this check the sh*t on my neck why she won’t never leave me
i pull up f*ck my ex if it ain’t that then she won’t never see me
i skirt off in a vet hope i don’t wreck i’m high off two 15’s on god

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