paroles de chanson 2 DA MAX - ayrtn

Young whoppa on your blocka and I got the choppa
Look
I'm a hot boy, bitch, I burn through the oil
I'm also a gem, bitch I came from the soil
I keep it a buck, no my shit can not spoil nigga
Back in the days, gold teeth with the foil
She messing with me and she mess with my steez
And she like the way I keep the shine on my teeth (Truss)
COVID flaunting my bag, lowkey
Would've been doin' shows, gettin' lit overseas
I gets weary on the regular
She ain't messing with no regular shmegular (No)
Bout to get it had to ready up
I was jugging niggas pockets off penny up
Fire in my heart but I cannot love her
I'm keeping it smooth like I bathe in the butter
Childish Gambino, I'm just tryna Urn, I put heat on the streets
And they're, letting it burn
I'm too fly, bitch I burn through the rubber
Bare in mind, I do it effortlessly
I keep it G, I'm with VV's gettin sushi along with edamames
If you're where the vibes is then you must be with me
Babygirl, come take a seat on my D
I got P.A.L.A.C.E on tee
I don't need it so I'm hitting delete
Jheeze Louise, I stuff the paper in my CDGs
I'm off the Henny, it be leading me
She tryna tease me but I can't be teased
She tryna impress me, I ain't caring mate
I take myself out for some bloody steak
I've got the dotty like I'm Shorty Shane
I'm kinda skinny, ain't got body weight, yo

Toi, tu parles trop, I cannot hang with a chat
Bad bitch, fat back
But why does that mean that I wanna hit that? (Huh)
They ain't letting me in so I had to squeeze through the gaps (Huh)
Had to make do with the scraps
Now like Pepsi, I go to the max (Huh)
Toi, tu parles trop, I cannot hang with a talk
Niggas just talk, barely see 'em do the walk
I feel like Jack, I'm on top of the beanstalk, yeah, yeah
I do not fuck with you niggas, I'm lone wolf, yeah, yeah

Baby, excuse me, I'm kind of slow to open up
I'm living with some trust issues
Baby, excuse me
I didn't think once in my life that I would be in love with you
They hit me up cause my packs pack a punch to your face
It's hitting like it's Terry Crews
They say I'm getting way less than I deserve
I'm on a mission, I'ma get it soon
Your money all midget, I'm getting them bands
And I flip it, digits had to double it
Got plenty of women, she play with my dick
Like a smith 'n' bitches get them by the two
I do not play when it comes to the fam
I be on the frontline like I'm Pa Salieu
I don't know why they be playing with me
But I'm on a mission, I'ma get it soon (I'm getting it)
I said I'm on a mission, I'm getting it soon
And, bitch, I'm a baby, I'm watching cartoons
Niggas get swept three-0 with a broom
To the mo' I step bad hoes in a room
And I been through it too so I understand you
Been through the most so I know what it do
I clocked you were starting at me, but don't get excited
Don't mean that I'm staring at you, yeah

Toi, tu parles trop, I cannot hang with a chat
Bad bitch, fat back
But why does that mean that I wanna hit that?
They ain't letting me in so I had to squeeze through the gaps
Had to make do with the scraps
Now like Pepsi, I go to the max
Toi, tu parles trop, I cannot hang with a talk (No)
Niggas just talk, barely see 'em do the walk
I feel like Jack, I'm on top of the beanstalk, yeah, yeah
I do not fuck with you niggas, I'm lone wolf, yeah, yeah