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Malow - 2Night Lyrics



Malow - 2Night Lyrics
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[ Featuring Valensi ]

(Yeah)
(What!)
Uh slidin' on that hoe, yeah she match my vibe
Cowgirl yeah she rode it, (yuh) wanna get fried (yeah)
Always keep it close, like knots, we tied (yuh)
Lensi got that chrome, jump him let it fly (hold up)
Jump him let it fly, jump him let it fly
Jump him let it fly, (what!) jump him let it fly
(yuh, yuh)
Junkies on my line, sleeping with my nine
She a dumb hoe 2Night
Throw some cash on that bitch, (yeah) shake your ass in this bitch
Jump his ass if he switch on me, (yeah) I'ma jump his ass if he snitch (yuh)
Lotta vibes in my motion, pour that lean, pour that potion
Yeah, my necklace really frozen, better leave that pussy swollen
Yo, I show love for my bros, don't show love for a hoe like (woah)
F*ck her then she gotta go, ain't no time for a hoe like (yo)
She be sniffing on the snow, do three lines in a row like (woah)
We on all of these drugs, going dumb on the low like (yo)
Bitch, I'm high off a four, I be flying UFO like (yuh)
Turn a 50 to a 100, I be flipping all the dough like (woah)
Spend a bag on a fit, dripping Louis head to toe like (yuh)
Bout a 100 for a show, throw a 100 on a hoe like
Uh slidin' on that hoe, yeah she match my vibe
Cowgirl yeah she rode it, (yuh) wanna get fried (yeah)
Always keep it close, like knots, we tied (yuh)
Lensi got that chrome, jump him let it fly (hold up)
Jump him let it fly, jump him let it fly
Jump him let it fly, (what!) jump him let it fly
(yuh, yuh)
Junkies on my line, sleeping with my nine
She a dumb hoe 2Night
Gun shots, yeah, it sound like a motherf*ckin' war zone (yeah)
Live by the hour, we shot tequila with Carlos (shots, shots)
Bring out the, bring out the money if she got a problem (yeah, shawty gon f*ck)
Moving like this is one thing that you can't do (yeah)
(Yuh), He tryna press on me, but I'm used to pushing weight, this nun I can't handle
Lay low, sport mode, driving solo, smell the inside, it's brand new
Me and my friends, too cold, we catching the flu, Bless you
I lost out about a jackpot, but bitch, you will never see me gamble
You hear about us in 2027, three years, we will be new news
Shawty match my vibe, yeah, inviting her to my bedroom
Popping a cherry, I feel like I'm Pac-Man, chased by the ghosts of my dead kids
I'm outta sight and I'm stepping, like bigfoot
(Buah)
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English

(Yeah)
(What!)
Uh slidin' on that hoe, yeah she match my vibe
Cowgirl yeah she rode it, (yuh) wanna get fried (yeah)
Always keep it close, like knots, we tied (yuh)
Lensi got that chrome, jump him let it fly (hold up)
Jump him let it fly, jump him let it fly
Jump him let it fly, (what!) jump him let it fly
(yuh, yuh)
Junkies on my line, sleeping with my nine
She a dumb hoe 2Night
Throw some cash on that bitch, (yeah) shake your ass in this bitch
Jump his ass if he switch on me, (yeah) I'ma jump his ass if he snitch (yuh)
Lotta vibes in my motion, pour that lean, pour that potion
Yeah, my necklace really frozen, better leave that pussy swollen
Yo, I show love for my bros, don't show love for a hoe like (woah)
F*ck her then she gotta go, ain't no time for a hoe like (yo)
She be sniffing on the snow, do three lines in a row like (woah)
We on all of these drugs, going dumb on the low like (yo)
Bitch, I'm high off a four, I be flying UFO like (yuh)
Turn a 50 to a 100, I be flipping all the dough like (woah)
Spend a bag on a fit, dripping Louis head to toe like (yuh)
Bout a 100 for a show, throw a 100 on a hoe like
Uh slidin' on that hoe, yeah she match my vibe
Cowgirl yeah she rode it, (yuh) wanna get fried (yeah)
Always keep it close, like knots, we tied (yuh)
Lensi got that chrome, jump him let it fly (hold up)
Jump him let it fly, jump him let it fly
Jump him let it fly, (what!) jump him let it fly
(yuh, yuh)
Junkies on my line, sleeping with my nine
She a dumb hoe 2Night
Gun shots, yeah, it sound like a motherf*ckin' war zone (yeah)
Live by the hour, we shot tequila with Carlos (shots, shots)
Bring out the, bring out the money if she got a problem (yeah, shawty gon f*ck)
Moving like this is one thing that you can't do (yeah)
(Yuh), He tryna press on me, but I'm used to pushing weight, this nun I can't handle
Lay low, sport mode, driving solo, smell the inside, it's brand new
Me and my friends, too cold, we catching the flu, Bless you
I lost out about a jackpot, but bitch, you will never see me gamble
You hear about us in 2027, three years, we will be new news
Shawty match my vibe, yeah, inviting her to my bedroom
Popping a cherry, I feel like I'm Pac-Man, chased by the ghosts of my dead kids
I'm outta sight and I'm stepping, like bigfoot
(Buah)
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Writer: bobba kanker, valensi bby
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Performed By: Malow
Featuring: Valensi
Language: English
Length: 3:00
Written by: bobba kanker, valensi bby
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