42 Dugg - Y&T 2

Y&T 2
Y&T 2

[Intro]
I got that white shit on too, bitch (Y’all know what the fuck that is)
By now, y’all know what the fuck I’m talkin’ ’bout (Yeah)
Yeah, young turnt nigga, bitch, the movement

[Verse 1]
All these bitches do is gossip (That’s all)
Fuck findin’ love, where them blocks at?
Ho tellin’ me I’m toxic (Yeah)
Shit, fuck the ho, want projects (Nah)
Yeah, bustdown by Nicki, on my way to Avianne (Ayy)
Take a ho to Tiffany’s, she ain’t ever been off Conners
I got niggas locked in Adrian, still talk shit like Broner
She a bad bitch and I want her, either I’m probably fuckin’ or I’m gonna
Yeah, this coat by Saint Laurent, can’t say I ain’t the one
Make my bitch suck dick for hours, ayy, she swear I hate to cum
Might call my bro, like, “Make it jump”
Bitch had my paper, I hate to front
Got places for dinner, got places for lunch
She love a nigga but hate to stunt
I’m young and turnt, can’t make this up
My bitches all bad, talkin’ eights and up
Tell ’em, “Knock her off,” won’t say for what
Two hunnid, the jewerly, no safe for us
I’m safe enough, put me in the game, I’m lacin’ up
Nah, I lace enough, dawg, I’m raisin’ mutts, paws
My niggas all heatin’ shit (Yeah)
It’s not the same, it’s different (I’m with it)
Cost forty-five plain, not to mention
‘Nother twenty-five bucks on the right wrist
Told a ho, I wanna fuck, I don’t like kissin’
Big face, presidents, I don’t like niggas (Ayy)

[Chorus]
Said the bitch freaky, I know it (Freaky)
Look at my wrist, I’m glowin’ (Wow)
Big Faygos, I’m pourin’ (Ayy)
Don’t even gotta ask, I’m knowin’ (I’m knowin’)
She goin’, she goin’, she goin’, she gone
I’m young and turnt on my own
Can’t wait ’til my brother get home
I’m young and turnt in this bitch
All my niggas lit

[Verse 2]
Ayy, what you would do for a tip? (Suck dick)
Ho, it don’t even matter, I’m rich (Fuck off)
Probably fuck my brother, my cousin
Got niggas still textin’ they love you (Woo)
For the night, baby, fuck yo’ nigga (Okay)
Porsche white, blue, fuck it, I’m sippin’ (Uh-huh)
For the ATM, I’m crippin’
Bought a 19, don’t really make a difference (Nah)
And keep it real, I don’t really like mentions
Most niggas snitchin’, tip ’em (Rats)
Fuck nigga, just keep yo’ distance
Lamb’ truck, hell nah, I don’t eat out
Double C’s on my bitch when her feet out
Big B’s all over the treehouse

[Chorus]
Said the bitch freaky, I know it
Look at my wrist, I’m glowin’
Big Faygos, I’m pourin’
Don’t even gotta tell me, I’m knowin’
She goin’, she goin’, she goin’, she gone
I’m young and turnt on my own
Can’t wait ’til my brother get home
I’m young and turnt in this bitch
All my niggas lit (Ayy)

 

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