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bandgang biggs - 2 a.m. on six mile كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(ooh, rj)
ayy
ayy
(rj always trippin’, man, rj always trippin’, man)

[verse 1: bandgang biggs]
came home like where my money? b_tch, i need it on time
say you spent ten on your wrist, you must not seen what’s on mine
i hit your b_tch once or twice, and now her calls get declined
now her calls get declined, b_tch, i’m reckless with mine
ain’t takin’ shorts on that pape’, need every quarter of my sh_t
playin’ with my money, you gon’ make me order up a hit
couple ‘bows of that exotic, i’m just sortin’ through this sh_t
thirty thousand in my left pocket got me lit

[verse 2: bandgang jizzle p & bandgang biggs]
i just pour me up a cup and roll this cookie up
ayy, thirties in the buffies got me pushin’ up
ayy, trackhawk two hundred on the dash, they can’t sit with us
they ain’t lit as us, you need to switch it up
ayy, that money on your head, yeah, i know that sh_t get hectic
bro hit him in his head, his mans watched the bullet exit
i stack my money by the squares, hoes thought that sh_t was tetris
and now it wasn’t no rope, that diamond link that’s for my necklace
n_gga (come on, now)
[verse 3: bandgang biggs & bandgang jizzle p]
p_ssy_ass n_gga talkin’ crazy (what?)
boy, that sh_t don’t phase me, shootin’ sh_t like kd
pull up, rock the baby, then pull off in a ‘cat (yeah)
police wanna chase me, i leave ’em where they at (yeah)
boy, my sh_t too fast, you gotta know that (gotta know that)
and, boy, quit flashin’ money when you owe that (when you owe that)
playin’ with my sh_t might get your bro whacked
got that nina with me, b_tch, you get your soul sn_tched (ayy)

[verse 3: bandgang jizzle p]
i see the blue and whites, what he gon’ do?
he better make up his mind, i’m in this demon coupe
two_twenty on the dash, and that’s the honest truth
i threw that b_tch in sport, you know i did what i do (ayy)
doin’ eighty down mind, i got that bag on me
not to mention, got a pocket full of cash on me
ayy, this some sh_t that i can’t risk
got drugs and money, they gon’ throw me under the fence (woo)

[verse 4: bandgang biggs]
n_gga say he tryna count some work, i think he fakin’
white jamaican, leave that n_gga stinkin’ if he try to take it
playin’ catch with your b_tch, she like a hot potato
get her neck and f_cked her in the bas_m_nt, then let jizzle take her (oh, here you go)
when you see me, baby girl, you know you see the truth
thought i was playin’ tricks on you, ’cause you ain’t see the roof
scammed your b_tch off ten racks and sent her through the loop
she blowin’ up my phone, talkin’ ’bout what would jesus do?
[verse 5: bandgang javar]
on the 6 dodgin’ potholes
’bout to blow up on them beats you and biggs on
came out, handed over twenty_five long
said the trip went good, fifty_nine phones (jack)
you be on the internet talkin’ sh_t (lame)
i be online shoppin’, y’all be sharin’ kicks (lame)
i got every pair of balis, i ain’t pay a cent
you spent your hard_earned money, i punched every ‘fit (ham)
your b_tch been gettin’ on my last nerve
ho asked me to buy a bag, well, she got some nerve (hahaha)
talkin’ ’bout a girlfriend, but you sound absurd
do ’em like old furniture, i kick hoes to the curb (get out of here)
i got that sh_t like my stomach doin’ backflips
bruh just got out, if you don’t smoke, he’ll buy your p_ss
he be in the cuff, he goin’ back behind the fence
last couple months, we’ve been higher than a blimp

- bandgang biggs

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