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2 man - leostaytrill lyrics

[chorus]
oh sh*t that bags a replica
fake tags, can’t fool the rest of us
lo*lowkey i go mad for jessica
somehow i still end up texting her
fat racks, no sumo wrestler
ain’t no resting up, please stop testing us
i got millionaires respecting us
disrespecting us? wish the best of luck

[verse 1]
excuse me miss don’t beg it
i don’t know you, like keith don’t sweat it
big bills, big bills for a show, come check it
if i got something that’s yours come get it
in the south, emotionless
don’t roll, cause n0body on the social sh*t
pretty face got me doing up cordial sh*t
prеtty face but she don’t know what motion is
my*my*my nig* my n*ggas chase racks and еasy l!cks
don’t save the chat, your mad, delete the sh*t
16 years and i been released a hit
don’t touch a clutch, push start, release the whip
i don’t know who energised them
flex on him, he a clown, i’ll pennywise him
i’m an arsonist, burn your cartilage
i’m a bala kid, you can’t televise this
my son, simba
bad b wanna touch my timber
cuban wrapped around my finger
wrist cold like my hands in winter
don’t know why* don’t know why he keep talking barking, don’t recognise his whimper
brown hair but she dyed it ginger
can’t lie, i don’t really wanna be her mister
[chorus]
oh sh*t that bags a replica
fake tags, can’t fool the rest of us
lo*lowkey i go mad for jessica
somehow i still end up texting her
fat racks, no sumo wrestler
ain’t no resting up, please stop testing us
i got millionaires respecting us
disrespecting us? wish the best of luck

[refrain]
two man, i’m bringing my twin
who’s that? i’m a diligent kid
what do you wanna do? i’m a militant king
brownskin girl, tell her bring her sis
two man, i’m bringing my twin
new bag made the manager sick
alley oop, bro need the baddest of b*tch
that’s a valid assist

[verse 2]
1 time for the baddie in the back
1 time for the girl tryna cha cha slide
f*ck* f*ck school but the baddie grade 8 and 9
they fine but she tryna put the b in bride
who said i gotta pay at the function?
get in for free cause my k!lly dem host it
oh sh*t them boy burnt out, toasted
everybody got an lv bag in this motive
[chorus]
oh sh*t that bags a replica
fake tags, can’t fool the rest of us
lo*lowkey i go mad for jessica
somehow i still end up texting her
fat racks, no sumo wrestler
ain’t no resting up, please stop testing us
i got millionaires respecting us
disrespecting us? wish the best of luck

- leostaytrill lyrics

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