2x times - pasto flocco lyrics
[intro]
(ayo, brick brick)
[chorus]
don’t trip ’cause we gotta lose the mula
and this sh*t in my blood like the whoosah
i don’t f*ck with y’all n*ggas, y’all blew*mind
need that amg coupe for a smooth ride
g*40 on me with a blue light
like fredo, i’m f*ckin’ her two times
finna link with my shooter at midnight
f*ck his ho, now he mad ’cause i hit right
sippin’ drank too fast, now it’s night*night
had a lil’ bit of henny, now it’s fight night
then we shot his ass up, now he tie*dye
smoke exotic weed, it got my mind right
got a thot and she givin’ me mind, right
[verse]
i’ma f*ck on that b*tch when the tone ring
but i ain’t tryna be up in her highlights
told the b*tch be free, it’s now my life
i won’t beef, he get cut like some five guys
finna f*ck a lil’ b*tch from opps side
ain’t tappеd in? know that i’m mob*tied
always that n*gga when i’m outside
i know y’all n*ggas likе d*ck*riding
got the ho from your head, ’cause her lips red
they want my swag they been tryin’
put on for your team, stop bench riding
call me chef boyar*p, i’ma keep fryin’
we gon’ straighten ’em up like a t*line
she latina, i know by her v*line
[chorus]
don’t trip ’cause we gotta lose the mula
and this sh*t in my blood like the whoosah
i don’t f*ck with y’all n*ggas, y’all blew*mind
need that amg coupe for a smooth ride
g*40 on me with a blue light
like fredo, i’m f*ckin’ her two times
finna link with my shooter at midnight
f*ck his ho, now he mad ’cause i hit right
sippin’ drank too fast, now it’s night*night
had a lil’ bit of henny, now it’s fight night
then we shot his ass up, now he tie*dye
smoke exotic weed, it got my mind right
got a thot and she givin’ me mind, right
[verse]
i’ma f*ck on that b*tch when the tone ring
but i ain’t tryna be up in her highlights
told the b*tch be free, it’s now my life
i won’t beef, he get cut like some five guys
finna f*ck a lil’ b*tch from opps side
ain’t tapped in? know that i’m mob*tied
always that n*gga when i’m outside
i know y’all n*ggas like d*ck*riding
got the ho from your head, ’cause her lips red
they want my swag they been tryin’
put on for your team, stop bench riding
call me chef boyar*p, i’ma keep fryin’
we gon’ straighten ’em up like a t*line
she latina, i know by her v*line
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