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BMF 2 Lyrics - Artist : AJ Tracey
[Looney:]
Nah, it's cool, it's cool Yo Listen, yo I'm like C (Yep), wavy mode, you're not like me (No) I heard the lighty ting likes me I might call her up to come ride me I got fly kicks, Tai Chi (Trust) Bi-sex, she might be When we touched her, she bite me She looked prestige in that nightie Not a British gal but she like tea (Uh) She said her ex is some hype G (Long) And now he saying he wan' fight me But I'm skinny cuz, I don't fight B I go rent a ting and go light heat Law and Order, Ice-T Swag's up, check the Nikes G I got the Levi jeans and a white T See I'll buss true and I'll make cake Dope chef (What?), milkshake White Scirroco (What?), bait shape Niggas talk shit, better vacate See, I'm good, they're shit, I got bars, so they hate I'm pure coke and they're bait fake Talcum powder and VAT shake Hair's wavy, shades windy Beat the track and that's no Jimmy All your chicks all look so silly My new bitch looks so Kimmie So Alba, so Perry, buss the top of that old Remy Ain't got champs, then we pour Henny I'm so calm and you're so Kenny [Santi:] Like, hands on spinner, stinking out the ringer Ricky Rozay, yeah, I ride for my niggas Puffing on the icky when pressing on the trigger Mine and yours like, "Yah, I want figures" Creepin' for the cash, weed up in the bag Smokin' the dope crazy but I'm already mad Bashed up a zoobie, smoke it in the flats No money in my bank, yeah, I spend it in the trap Make more dough, I gotta spend more dough You can talk about dro but you don't really know About sitting in the flats, puffing, you can choke On the phone to a hoe like you know you're gonna blow On the staircase and I don't really give a fuck now Like, I'm gonna fuck you, so I don't give a fuck Puffing on a fat blunt, sipping 'till the 'gnac's done I'm with the mad jezz, so you know I'm gonna spazz cuz [?] with the shisha, [?] the Latina When he got a jezzy, he weren't puffing on the reefa I love white girls, so I'm rolling up with Lisa Telling me I'm naughty, looking like a teacher Shit's so cloudy, I didn't even know That we're out of dro, we smoked the whole O Been so wavey, you'd think I'm in a boat Now I can't drive, bro, know I'm ghost Aura's nuts, floating grub Tryna get paid, ain't promoting much So I'm rolling around with a loaded snub And if I see a paigon I'm roasting mugs Certified bruddas will toast them punks Tints down low when I'm blowing skunk Don't talk my name, I don't know them punks Studio murder, I ain't ghosting much Got Looney out loud when I'm rolling up Everyone the side of this road's too tough Yeah, I'm going in, I don't boast too much Rather roll around and throw some grub I ain't throwing up, I might throw some slugs If you don't like me, I don't care I'm rolling round getting pounds out here Strikes in the boot for that rasta hair Jakes smell weed, but I don't care Ghost from the set and they won't know Silly little trappers don't own no coke In that coupé and I'm blowing smoke I'm out anywhere, like coast to coast Rolling toke, blow some smoke Check the shoebox, got some crazy notes Like yeah, I got some crazy flow |
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