Two clips
You a bitch
Two clips
You a bitch
Two clips in the motherf*ckers running up on me
You a bitch if you pull up better have artillery
Two clips in the motherf*ckers running up on me
You a bitch if you pull up better have
Artilla-tilla
Two clips in the motherf*cker running up on me
You a bitch if you pull up better have artillery
Two clips in the motherf*cker running up on me
You a bitch if you pull up better have
Artilla-tilla
Please enjoy the scenery
Lucky if you f*ck with me
Got a soft-ish towel
For your motherf*cking knees
That bitch come with tax and fee
You don't get nothing for free
If you sliding through the crib
Best be satisfactory
I'm a monster
I'm a beast
I'm a OG
G.O.D
You bitches still on 123
While I've been counting out my green
Aw now I'm feigning for some tree
See my attachments follow me
Allowing technicality
To grow out my mentality
That means I smoke
But don't get slow
So take a toke
I've been stoned
For way too long
I'm on a roll
Let's smoke
Another a bowl
Then kill the show
But I know
What these bitches really wanna to blow
Two clips in the motherf*ckers running up on me
You a bitch if you pull up better have artillery
Two clips in the motherf*ckers running up on me
You a bitch if you pull up better have art-
Two clips in the motherf*ckers running up on me
You a bitch if you pull up better have artillery
Two clips in the motherf*ckers running up on me
You a bitch if you pull up better have
Artilla-tilla
Thousand dollars in my pocket
We don't take it less it's profit
Only drive to make deposits
At the top like it's the summit
We don't need no f*cking ladder
Stay above the chit and chatter
Bitches always want the splatter
Told 'em get it from Mad Chadder
Said no that's not a typo
Should see the world I grew up in
Shits still got me no reason to do nothin
Cousin thuggin, leads to Buggin
Leads to thinkin that you're really on to something
Swear it's really something else
In this redundant hell
Telling you this shit will sell
Let me tell you a tail
Let me spin you a web
Let me drop you a line
I be outa my mind
Cause in reality I just be out of my head
Never really in my bed
Ya you know that shit most of you dread
I really like that shit
Got tired of fighting shit
So I stayed up late and started writing all my wrongs
With some help from this trusty bong
I sit and assemble you songs
So that yo girls get out of they thongs
(They get out of they thongs)
Said
I sit and assemble you songs
So that yo girls get out of they thongs
TMR - 2klips (feat. Maad Chadder) Lyrics
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Two clips
You a bitch
Two clips
You a bitch
Two clips in the motherf*ckers running up on me
You a bitch if you pull up better have artillery
Two clips in the motherf*ckers running up on me
You a bitch if you pull up better have
Artilla-tilla
Two clips in the motherf*cker running up on me
You a bitch if you pull up better have artillery
Two clips in the motherf*cker running up on me
You a bitch if you pull up better have
Artilla-tilla
Please enjoy the scenery
Lucky if you f*ck with me
Got a soft-ish towel
For your motherf*cking knees
That bitch come with tax and fee
You don't get nothing for free
If you sliding through the crib
Best be satisfactory
I'm a monster
I'm a beast
I'm a OG
G.O.D
You bitches still on 123
While I've been counting out my green
Aw now I'm feigning for some tree
See my attachments follow me
Allowing technicality
To grow out my mentality
That means I smoke
But don't get slow
So take a toke
I've been stoned
For way too long
I'm on a roll
Let's smoke
Another a bowl
Then kill the show
But I know
What these bitches really wanna to blow
Two clips in the motherf*ckers running up on me
You a bitch if you pull up better have artillery
Two clips in the motherf*ckers running up on me
You a bitch if you pull up better have art-
Two clips in the motherf*ckers running up on me
You a bitch if you pull up better have artillery
Two clips in the motherf*ckers running up on me
You a bitch if you pull up better have
Artilla-tilla
Thousand dollars in my pocket
We don't take it less it's profit
Only drive to make deposits
At the top like it's the summit
We don't need no f*cking ladder
Stay above the chit and chatter
Bitches always want the splatter
Told 'em get it from Mad Chadder
Said no that's not a typo
Should see the world I grew up in
Shits still got me no reason to do nothin
Cousin thuggin, leads to Buggin
Leads to thinkin that you're really on to something
Swear it's really something else
In this redundant hell
Telling you this shit will sell
Let me tell you a tail
Let me spin you a web
Let me drop you a line
I be outa my mind
Cause in reality I just be out of my head
Never really in my bed
Ya you know that shit most of you dread
I really like that shit
Got tired of fighting shit
So I stayed up late and started writing all my wrongs
With some help from this trusty bong
I sit and assemble you songs
So that yo girls get out of they thongs
(They get out of they thongs)
Said
I sit and assemble you songs
So that yo girls get out of they thongs
You a bitch
Two clips
You a bitch
Two clips in the motherf*ckers running up on me
You a bitch if you pull up better have artillery
Two clips in the motherf*ckers running up on me
You a bitch if you pull up better have
Artilla-tilla
Two clips in the motherf*cker running up on me
You a bitch if you pull up better have artillery
Two clips in the motherf*cker running up on me
You a bitch if you pull up better have
Artilla-tilla
Please enjoy the scenery
Lucky if you f*ck with me
Got a soft-ish towel
For your motherf*cking knees
That bitch come with tax and fee
You don't get nothing for free
If you sliding through the crib
Best be satisfactory
I'm a monster
I'm a beast
I'm a OG
G.O.D
You bitches still on 123
While I've been counting out my green
Aw now I'm feigning for some tree
See my attachments follow me
Allowing technicality
To grow out my mentality
That means I smoke
But don't get slow
So take a toke
I've been stoned
For way too long
I'm on a roll
Let's smoke
Another a bowl
Then kill the show
But I know
What these bitches really wanna to blow
Two clips in the motherf*ckers running up on me
You a bitch if you pull up better have artillery
Two clips in the motherf*ckers running up on me
You a bitch if you pull up better have art-
Two clips in the motherf*ckers running up on me
You a bitch if you pull up better have artillery
Two clips in the motherf*ckers running up on me
You a bitch if you pull up better have
Artilla-tilla
Thousand dollars in my pocket
We don't take it less it's profit
Only drive to make deposits
At the top like it's the summit
We don't need no f*cking ladder
Stay above the chit and chatter
Bitches always want the splatter
Told 'em get it from Mad Chadder
Said no that's not a typo
Should see the world I grew up in
Shits still got me no reason to do nothin
Cousin thuggin, leads to Buggin
Leads to thinkin that you're really on to something
Swear it's really something else
In this redundant hell
Telling you this shit will sell
Let me tell you a tail
Let me spin you a web
Let me drop you a line
I be outa my mind
Cause in reality I just be out of my head
Never really in my bed
Ya you know that shit most of you dread
I really like that shit
Got tired of fighting shit
So I stayed up late and started writing all my wrongs
With some help from this trusty bong
I sit and assemble you songs
So that yo girls get out of they thongs
(They get out of they thongs)
Said
I sit and assemble you songs
So that yo girls get out of they thongs
Writer: Cooper Schroder, Gerson Cruz Felix
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid