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2 pistols - we run it كلمات الأغنية

[chorus: 2 pistols]
sittin’ outside of the club, posted up (oh yeah)
got two pistols in my pants for them boys actin’ up (oh yeah, young boss)
i’ma teach you how to stunt, yellow stones in my watch (young boss of the city, n_gga, geah)
yeah, the ice look cold, but the boy so hot (2 pistols)
we pop bottles, and get money (see what it is? i’ma do my d_mn thizzy)
catch me up in the club ’cause i run it (ain’t n0body but my n_ggas do they d_mn thizzy)
we pop bottles, and get money (bmu)
catch me up in the club ’cause i run it (j.u.s.t.i.c.e. league, cte, let’s go)

[verse 1: 2 pistols]
we throw in the air, watch it fall to the flo’ (flo’)
blood money union, you should already know (oh yeah)
i’m the young boss (boss), that mean my paper straight (yеah)
them boys pockets hurtin’ (so what?), so they gotta hatе (f_ck ’em)
you see me, i ball outra’
fo_fifty for the jeans with a plain white tee (ha)
ice sparkle all over that b_tch so brightly (yes)
i’m so icy (yes), tell a blind b_tch
she say, “i know, i see” (that’s 2p, haha)
i know, yeah, i’m so crazy
them boys don’t like me, well, f_ck you, pay me (b_tch)
ben franks, all cash, no checks (young boss)
[chorus: 2 pistols]
sittin’ outside of the club, posted up
got two pistols in my pants for them boys actin’ up
i’ma teach you how to stunt, yellow stones in my watch
yeah, the ice look cold, but the boy so hot
we pop bottles, and get money
catch me up in the club ’cause i run it
we pop bottles, and get money
catch me up in the club ’cause i run it (let’s go)

[verse 2: sl!ck pulla]
my chest chunked out, lookin’ like a patty melt (what?)
plus the chrome mac_11 stretchin’ out my f_ckin’ belt (fo’ real)
i’m so cool (cool), i’m so gangsta (yes)
shouts out to my plug, can’t forget to thank ya (what’s happenin’?)
shouts out to 2 pistols, this a real banger (yeah)
shouts out to the league, y’all, the cake bakers (haha)
play makers, that’s who i politic with (with)
and all them big jugs of fluid got me on tip (that’s real)
nocturnal, we party all night, pimp (pimp)
crank the club up at 1:00 and don’t leave ’til 6:00 (yes)
with somethin’ hot in a cutlass, sittin’ real big (big)
tomorrow night, watch a n_gga do the same sh_t (okay)

[chorus: 2 pistols]
sittin’ outside of the club, posted up
got two pistols in my pants for them boys actin’ up
i’ma teach you how to stunt, yellow stones in my watch
yeah, the ice look cold, but the boy so hot
we pop bottles, and get money
catch me up in the club ’cause i run it
we pop bottles, and get money
catch me up in the club ’cause i run it (let’s go)
[verse 3: blood raw]
blood raw, e’rybody love me, i’m so fly (fly)
(“girl, ain’t that blood raw?”) when i ride by (hurry)
they say he the mayor, well b_tch, i’m the governor
the realest n_gga breathin’, and you could put that on my mother (ah man)
i been had money (money), yeah, i’m through with the cases
i got these p_ssy n_ggas mad, i could see it on they faces (hahaha)
i don’t give a f_ck (no), b_tch, i’m the man (man)
i put the state on my back in my f_ckin’ louis bag (louis)
a real street n_gga not like these f_ckin’ fakers
they ain’t wanna let us in ’cause they some motherf_ckin’ haters
the realest sh_t i’m gon’ say (say) don’t nann b_tch breathe (nah)
i got two big pistols, and b_tch, i squeeze (ah man, swear to god)

- 2 pistols

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