1of1harri - x2 Lyrics

Double the money, that's double the fun
Double the drugs, double the problems
Double the fakest love
She don't know the place I'm from
So outta my body
I'm sippin' the wrays like juice don't taste like rum
I don't really talk when I'm high
She sit on my lap, we just talkin' in tongues
Takin' the hoe off ya-
Right off your arm, she want a trench kid
I show her my pain
Then show her the-
Then show her the exit
My boy ain't been sober since God's Plan
But I know that ain't God's plan, what I told him
His shank come longer than wemby
Step with a army like the Romans
We ain't had a home, we was homeless
Got PTSD from the sofa
I ain't been one for the games
You thought I was playin', switch off your controller
I know she was f*ckin' with lames
And I can't relate, so I couldn't post her
Whack it and pull on her braids
Bro ran out of bread so he dug up the toaster
Put the trust in myself
If she not my wife I can't buy her Chanel
I learned this move from Gilksey
Throwin' a elbow
Don't wanna know what he felt
I don't be givin' no f*ck, that's why she in love
Sorry, I wish that I cared
I don't be givin' no f*ck and I'm sorry about that
I'm ringin' the bell
Uh, uh, the X give me chills
Onna comedown, I been seein' my hell
One ting I think bout too much
Got love for my crush, like Kenan and Kel
She talk about money a lot
She f*ck with my bands, my baddie Rochelle
I talk about money a lot
On a high vibration, it's makin' itself
Bro told me the world in the palm of my hand
I could try rappin' bout all of my pain, but I know they wouldn't understand
Hittin' me late
Said she want somebody, but she been tired of her man
Ain't trustin' nobody
You gettin' a spud, nigga, I ain't shakin' no hand
Double the money, that's double the fun
Double the drugs, double the problems
Double the fakest love
She don't know the place I'm from
So outta my body
I'm sippin' the wrays like juice don't taste like rum
I don't really talk when I'm high
She sit on my lap, we just talkin' in tongues