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2face freestyle - prettyboy col lyrics

2face freestyle lyrics
[intro]
you’re f*cking annoying
you’re annoying as f*ck
*sniffle*
literally* f*ck you

[verse 1: prettyboy col]
in my head i’m so dead count to ten before i shoot
got that prettyboy on ransom, three*hundo for his shoes
these some silly motherf*ckers tryna test me like a quiz
wipe my ass with yo paycheck, why you gettin in my biz?
b*tches plead all they need is to run it back with me
cause she know i got the ropes they just thinkin’ for the team
5 peat for the week at the airbnb
back from chi, slc, just met with danny p

[verse 1: mark mo]
she callin’ me baby i’m livin’ with hazey you better re*up and refer to a lord
the house is the gurls club now you f*ck with the sound i promise you cannot afford
i just* put in my headphones when i’m buying my sh*t i jug at the store
i ain’t no b*tch ass ain’t no hood rat b*tch
i’m having em come back for more
hood rat sh*t
hood rat, hood rat sh*t
buckin ten empty the clip
who that is?
alley oop that b*tch a bucket like pass an assist
i’m raising my fist
bars like full mag clips
she feelin’ me when i feel great
too many options i got it twice in one night i call em the two headed snake and*
[verse 2: prettyboy col]
i’m where the pretty b*tches lay at
come fight me where you stay at
young peter parker bring the heat
yea you better stay back
i got that hogleg money
they used to call me funny
them af1’s stay so d*mn clean
you lookin like a dummy
she invite me over i ain’t have to shoot no shots
yung ricky on the beat you know cookin’ with a pot
got the khakis all on me steady rockin’ hogleg tops
i feel like dale earndhart drifting at yo f*ckin’ spot

[verse 2: mark mo]
chest go in, chest go out
making ya scream i’m making ya shout
egyptian
gold in ya mouth ya shots
missin’
don’t gotta chase after clout and the
chest go in, chest go out
making ya scream i’m making ya shout
egyptian
gold in ya mouth ya shots
missin’
don’t gotta chase after clout and the
city is perilous, i open my eyes on the wake hear shots in the night
smellin the burnin of rubber and heated up n*ggas who arguments
longer than fights, fearing the barrel
running from op, heart gon’ stop
got me in sight am i dead? is that god?
i wonder because i’m seeing the light b*tch

- prettyboy col lyrics

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