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2 seater - justin rarri lyrics

[intro]
hahaha, ha, ha
oh, oh (oh, oh)
hmm (hmm)
ooh, ooh*ooh (ooh, ooh*ooh)
ooh, ooh*ooh, ooh
skrr (ayy)
skrr (skrr)
skrr, skrr
oh, oh*oh
ayy, uh
in back of the rafe (back of the rafe)
stay [?] with the [?]
oh, oh

[verse 1]
hop in the floor two seater
tell her bring all your friends, i need ’em
becky go for the bro ’cause she a eater
i’ma hit it again then go and feed her
she know that i’m a boss coupe beater (ayy)
heard the bricks broke the scale new meter
now they mad as f*ck ’cause i don’t need ’em
puttin’ on for the gang we all conceited

[chorus]
2020 she gon’ see i’ma ball (ball)
7am we might f*ck on the floor (floor)
hunnid thousand, i ain’t even on tour (tour)
scooped her in a bmw car
i got more money then your daddy of course
n*ggas thuggin’, f*ckin’ all of your broad
i been cold hearted n*gga back from the start
i ain’t into makin’ all these friends so get off me (off)
[post*chorus]
i just messed up again countin’ all of the guap in back of the rafe
i got bad b*tches, hunnid and fifty round drums they gon’ hit out the face
b*tch i’m rich, so we f*ckin’ inside of a mansion just me and my bae
bought her new gucci and chanel
disrespect out the mouth i’ma wish ’em well

[verse 2]
shawty know i’ma fortune teller, diamonds all on my neck look like wishing well
tell that boy i ain’t stupid, n*gga, keep ’em wrapped in the closet, he finna tell (all my n*ggas with it)
i got too many glocks peeking out of the pocket, these n*ggas they see and tell
at the end of the day (at the end of the day)
i got racks in the safe (i got racks in the safe), yeah, yeah
i just f*cked on a bad b*tch (bad b*tch, oh lord)
i ain’t settlin’ for n0body especially no average (oh*oh, oh*oh)
shorty gon’ act like a model but she from the hood, so she know ’bout a n*gga (know ’bout a n*gga)
make a little pack turn into figures (ball)
got a broke n*gga mad, he ain’t know the feeling (yeah)
countin’ all the bread up with all my n*ggas (yeah, ayy, ayy, oh my god)

[chorus]
2020 she gon’ see i’ma ball (ball)
7am we might f*ck on the floor (floor)
hunnid thousand, i ain’t even on tour (tour)
scooped her in a bmw car
i got more money then your daddy of course
n*ggas thuggin’, f*ckin’ all of your broad
i been cold hearted n*gga back from the start
i ain’t into makin’ all these friends so get off me (oh yeah, yeah)
[post*chorus]
i just messed up again countin’ all of the guap in back of the rafe (uh*uh, uh*uh, uh)
i got bad b*tches, hunnid and fifty round drums they gon’ hit out the face (uh*uh, oh yeah, yeah)
b*tch i’m rich, so we f*ckin’ inside of a mansion just me and my bae (oh yeah, oh yeah)
i got racks n*gga, all up inside of the bank, n*gga f*ck what you think (well)

[verse 3]
brodie peepin’, he tweakin’, my n*gga gon shoot at your brain (skrr)
and the way that i’m breakin’ her back, you gon’ think i’m insane (oh, oh)
whole d*ck inside of her, if i see me a baddie, i gotta f*ck
that brand new, we got piles of them (got piles of them)
all my n*ggas they with it, they down to bust (they down)
i’ma go far n*gga
drive that sh*t like i’m go*kart, n*gga (uh)
paint the face like i’m cozart, n*gga (uh*uh)
peep the stars in the rolls royce, n*gga (uh*uh)
f*ck ’em all, i avoid all n*ggas (oh yeah)
anyone know the f*ck i be on (ayy)
i got the coldest heart (oh, oh)
only me and my n*ggas on god (yeah)
f*ck what they talking ’cause they [?]

[chorus]
2020 she gon’ see i’ma ball (ball)
7am we might f*ck on the floor (floor)
hunnid thousand, i ain’t even on tour (tour)
scooped her in a bmw car (new car)
i got more money then your daddy of course
n*ggas thuggin’, f*ckin’ all of your broad
i been cold hearted n*gga back from the start
i ain’t into makin’ all these friends so get off me (off)
[post*chorus]
i just messed up again countin’ all of the guap in back of the rafe
i got bad b*tches, hunnid and fifty round drums they gon’ hit out the face
b*tch i’m rich, so we f*ckin’ inside of a mansion just me and my bae
bought her new gucci and chanel
disrespect out the mouth i’ma wish ’em well

[outro]
at the end of the day
i got racks in the safe, oh
hmm*hmm (hmm*hmm)
hmm*hmm
hmm*hmm (hmm*hmm)
hmm*hmm, hmm, hmm

- justin rarri lyrics

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