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2 step (remix) - m row & vonoff1700 lyrics

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[intro]
what i got on
they be like, “ayy, brandon, what you got on?”
don’t worry ’bout it
don’t worry ’bout it, sweetheart
don’t worry ’bout it, sweetheart
m row
this that splah

[chorus: m row]
two*step in my jeans
like, came in the club with my pistol
play ball, no referee
this is not under the whistle
shakin’ my shoulder, lean
pass me the rock and i don’t need to dribble
can’t play the bench if you on my team
these bullets explodin’, it’s a missile
oh, that’s a basket, spalding
you know i’m addicted to tossin’
no remorsin’, no horsin’
bullets burnin’ his chest, sh*t scorchin’
flame burn when i’m doin’ the torchin’
don’t say it live, they recordin’
citizens app, they reportin’
the way that i fled, you would think i was tourin’
[verse 1: vonoff1700]
that n*gga a b*tch but i’m already knowin’
dumped out the v, where the f*ck is he going?
when we pull on they block, i’m the first n*gga blowin’
my opp not on sh*t, if we catch him, we ho him
he say we into it, i don’t even know him
say von don’t be slidin’, i’ma come through and show ’em
tell him, “go long”, ’cause them bullets i’m throwin’ them
she eatin’ my d*ck, whole time she ignorin’ him
tell ’em drop lo’, where the f*ck is they at?
’cause he tried to run and got shot in the back
seen the red on my hands and got turned to a pack
go out like tg, we make n*ggas run track
pull up on the valley and the k gettin’ jacked
lot of y’all lame, need to learn how to act
lil’ von get wild and they know that’s a fact
she doin’ all that and i ain’t even fap

[verse 2: m row]
f*freak b*tch, doin’ her dance, shakin’ ass on my jeans and she feel on my pistol
she thinkin’ i’m bricked up, baby my grip tucked
like, the clip hanging out through the middle
she lookin’ at me like i’m crazy, she tryna convince to tote on a gun that’s more little (never)
my bullets gon’ burn, let it sizzle
**** got shot, he two*step like crippled
last thing that he saw was the barrel, like
b*bullet ripped through his apparel
he trying the hardest to fight for his life, but they say they don’t know if he winnin’ this battle
his face on the ground and he covered in gravel
all the bullets inside of his body done traveled, d*mn
i told you that we was gon’ catch you
i was praying that day and just hopin’ we’d pack you
(m row)

[chorus: m row]
two*step in my jeans
like, came in the club with my pistol
play ball, no referee
this is not under the whistle
shakin’ my shoulder, lean
pass me the rock and i don’t need to dribble
can’t play the bench if you on my team
these bullets explodin’, it’s a missile
oh, that’s a basket, spalding
you know i’m addicted to tossin’
no remorsin’, no horsin’
bullets burnin’ his chest, sh*t scorchin’
flame burn when i’m doin’ the torchin’
don’t say it live, they recordin’
citizens app, they reportin’
the way that i fled, you would think i was tourin’

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