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1942 & rose - joe goonie lyrics

[intro: damedot]
mimi
(h*lluva made this beat, baby)

[chorus: damedot]
she know how to twerk, she turn around, stick her tongue out (mimi)
i threw another thousand up, she think we ’bout to run out
the club gettin’ hot, yeah, she ’bout to sweat her bun out
safe look r*t*rded, should’ve brought a honey bun out
she say she want 1942 and rose (2 and rose)
i think i’m in love with like two, three hoes (mwah)
i get in my feelings and play two, three roles (i play two, three roles)
i get to talkin’ cash sh*t, whippin’ out a dookie roll (racks)
[verse 1: damedot]
berg came with me, two chains with me (chains)
white frames on me, i’ma spеnd some change on her
no liе, she want us to run a train on her (both of us)
f*ck runnin’ game on her (f*ck it)
picked up your b*tch, grabbed some jeans all in the same motion (all in the same motion)
all these blue hundreds got the b*tch p*ssy soakin’ (relax)
shots with no chaser got these freaky hoes open (let’s get it)
play your role with me and i’ma send you closer (i’ma send you closer)
fifty bottles in the barbers, we can keep on going (keep on going)
when we hit the rooftop, we say it’s in the air (it’s up)
if you ain’t got a green addy, i can’t send it there (i can’t f*ck with you)
my b*tch come with a tab, you can’t get her hair (mwah)
lime green miskeen, you ain’t seen this pair (swear to god)
when my n*gga want an o, he say he need a spare (brrt)
any n*gga think he macho, we gon’ leave him there (brrt)
n*ggas say they gettin’ pape’, i don’t see it, where?

[chorus: damedot & kdoe]
she know how to twerk, she turn around, stick her tongue out (ayy)
i threw another thousand up, she think we ’bout to run out
the club gettin’ hot, yeah, she ’bout to sweat her bun out
safe look r*t*rded, should’ve brought a honey bun out
she say she want 1942 and rose (1942)
i think i’m in love with like two, three hoes (with like two, three hoes)
i get in my feelings and play two, three roles (let’s go, b*tch)
i get to talkin’ cash sh*t, whippin’ out a dookie roll (racks)
[verse 2: kdoe]
do it like jordan, it’s in the air, she got her tongue out (it’s in the air)
two*twenty on the dash, gettin’ head, finna spin out (why i’m finna spin out)
i’m noided as f*ck, so you know i got the stick out (big 40)
put a jack in the box case a n*gga wanna pop out (boom)
i’m in the club on the counter sprayin’ rolls (let’s cut up)
i got a bag for the b*tch, whoever trippin’ on the pole (i got a bag for you, b*tch)
why the f*ck you bring it out if you ain’t gon’ spend it, though? (broke*ass n*gga)
i’m on the stage throwin’ the ones like i’m calicoe (let’s go)
let the b*tch drive the boat, neck the bottle and drink it up
when we get into the room, shh, we gon’ run her up
1942 got the p*ssy feelin’ wet as f*ck (wet as f*ck)
she threw it back, i got to hittin’ it like i’m blowin’ on runtz
too many shots get to givin’ me flashbacks (no cap)
that lil’ money give me somethin’ to laugh at
thumbin’ through these strips, still countin’ from the last bag
she know how to twerk it, made a k!lling with her bad ass

[chorus: damedot]
she know how to twerk, she turn around, stick her tongue out
i threw another thousand up, she think we ’bout to run out
the club gettin’ hot, yeah, she ’bout to sweat her bun out
safe look r*t*rded, should’ve brought a honey bun out
she say she want 1942 and rose
i think i’m in love with like two, three hoes
i get in my feelings and play two, three roles
i get to talkin’ cash sh*t, whippin’ out a dookie roll

- joe goonie lyrics

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