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babyk ft two3 - 2sides lyrics
two side inna wraith and it got two side yea
black and white diamonds on me hit like dynamite
can’t f-ck with n-gg-s that be playing two sides
30 on me long as my shoe size yea
trapping hard inna wraith committed plenty crimes yea goin hard for all them day i couldn’t shine yea
i lost my n-gg- to the streets it left me traumatize yea
all i think about it money don’t think
otherwise yea
top shottah you know we murder for hire
we don’t f-ck with you if you f-ck with the other side yea
we keep them sticks in public would you like to try us ?
choppa spin his -ss like a f-cking dryer
two lines switching lanes inna ghost rider
bad b-tch wimme she gon lemme throat drive ha
i went to jail and got shot it made me go harder
trapping hard making plays now my pockets larger
diamonds on me dripping wet they fresh up out the water
plus i’m fresh up out them chains and my ? got larger
i might rob ya shiesty but i play it smarter
hit a lick all by myself before you see me starving
use to steal cars switching lanes prolly stole yo charger
choppa hit ya body make ya dance like ya carlton
smoking like jamaican strapped up like haitian imma martian
pull up speed racing cops ain’t chasing but i’m dodging
my bih gawjus got my old b-tches salty
nomore calling now them b-tches say i’m doggish
girl you flawless street n-gg- with a boss b-tch
get them racks in she know a n-gg- trapping
don’t change on me i got a carbon for whoever want play me
i’m on these drug run with these slugs i might od
i’m on they block looking for opps i want bodies
won’t let em get me
wake up with my thangs on diamonds h-t like king kong
scr-pped up make me buss yo dome
this choppa don’t shoot at home
don’t give a f-ck bout what he did ride for my brother right or wrong
they know we ain’t never wrong make me run up in yo home
i got a bag to get in you n-gg-s tryin but really can’t get in
money keep coming from this end that endi’m on my way to go get it
yea push start the foreign and hit
bad bih wimme with no t-tties
i see the hater with envy this choppa got rounds and it real friendly
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