Lyrics 2 Magazines - Don Trip

Two magazine's taped together
Yeah,
Touching more paper then the teller.yah!
Grab a pen & add beef to my schedule
Take a picture, write it down and mail a letter. Yah
You won't lay a finger, though I dare you!

We will take all the paper if you let us
With these 2 magazines taped together
Yeah fresh out, no fucks to give
Mind your fucking biz
If she with me once I am finished wit her, she wont love again
I am so irritated, I keep breaking all of my rubber bands
Paranoid, I thought I heard someone "busting in"
That's the ice maker silly me I am going nuts again
Ain't no body brave enough to come in here, On brother man
Just in case I installed surveillance all over my land
If they thinking about the come up they going to get the upper hand
Come on in, the only way you make it out is in a bag
I am protecting all of my babies, I don't care about the stand
Wish a nigga would, i hope not knock on wood
I am from out of the hood sticking dough in my moma new pocket book
This is for all the trouble that i caused I cannot undo it
I don't have to meet these rapper niggas, I know that I am the truest
I can't help it, all this year I plan steppinng like a tourist
I bought all of you niggas apples now i am way to fucking fluid
I need something else to do
I need new women to screw
I don't buy her shit to wear i only like her birthday suit

I don't like convertibles
I feel like John f kennedy
Getting dome by a pretty stripper named serenity
We just fucking so i am not interested in her identity

All I know is that she could be married and forgot to mention it
All I know is that i am the shit, oh I forgot to mention it
I write letters to my people while they do their sentences
I am a superhero so poverty is my archneminus

Slap that condra in my jungle like a Sega genesis
Run that by me and come on and try me
Watch how with the shit I get
I got more then one stick like a pack of winter fresh
You know me bitch I am fresher then a stick of winter fresh
And the malls is all we wanted so all she wanted was center sticks
All I want is so much money that I can't fit in a text
I am still shitting, come back and i am still not finished yet

Two magazine's taped together
Yeah,
Touching more paper then the teller.yah!