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2 ina morning - greedymf ynv lyrics

[intro: greedymf ynv]
get up on my man i’ma creep
it’s two in the morning jamming hard i’m
mhm mhm mhm
uh (d*mn, lil’ jg)
one day

[chorus: greedymf ynv]
uh, get up on my man i’ma creep
it’s two in the morning i’m jamming off p’s
and my trap jhi jump would’ve thought it was easy
sh*t, them young n*ggas telling ’em sh*t
i could sell anything from a bag to a brick
make it rain where you at better hope you don’t slip
jump out the car with that four*five vec’
when it’s raining it’s pouring n*gga long live step
we burning the floor n*ggas calling the refs
n*gga we on your line better cherish your last breath
he got hit with that sh*t, now they got to cut off his dead flesh
get up on his car put a hole in his headrest
[?] the corner we like klay and steph
he shouldn’t of walked away that boy was very blessed

[verse: migo lee and greedymf ynv]
hop out with them cutters we catching another one
rap n*ggas dissing gon’ punish another one
pull up with that drac’, they’re running and stumbling
he thinking hetough this drac’ gon’ humble him
he thinking he sl!ck hop out and we punished him
pull up with that switch ain’t n0body ducking it
running his lips and he died ’cause a b*tch
we running the west n*ggas ain’t running sh*t
uh, uh, speaking on clutch and got hit in his sh*t
gon’ punish a n*gga since he think he lit
since you shoot with your right i’ma shoot
200 a car, 200 a whip
ain’t wasting no time, we catch us a vic
b*tch*ass n*gga get hit with that stick
.556s got hit with a brick (hey deebo)
uh, we dropping the windows don’t hit out the car
look him right in the face we don’t shoot from afar
and i’m clipping his wings so he won’t make it far
uh, we in the deep end
two*way shooter play offense and defense
my trap do sh*t i could tell that you leaking
ain’t having motion why the f*ck is you speaking?
uh, push up on me you gon’ dance with the reaper
beefing with me better keep you a heater
you beefing with us you get put in a sleeper
uh, beefing with us we gon’ shoot like we boston
n*gga live on the block, we pull up and dog him
i’m the one with the ball i feel like i’m harden
6’3 when i shot him i feel like i’m tall*ler (haha)
[chorus: greedymf ynv]
uh, get up on my man i’ma creep
it’s two in the morning i’m jamming off p’s
and my trap jhi jump would’ve thought it was easy
sh*t, them young n*ggas telling ’em sh*t
i could sell anything from a bag to a brick
make it rain where you at better hope you don’t slip
jump out the car with that four*five vec’
when it’s raining it’s pouring n*gga long live step
we burning the floor n*ggas calling the refs
n*gga we on your line better cherish your last breath
he got hit with that sh*t, now they got to cut off his dead flesh
get up on his car put a hole in his headrest
[?] the corner we like klay and steph
he shouldn’t of walked away that boy was very blessed

[outro: greedymf ynv]
uh, one day

- greedymf ynv lyrics

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