paroles de chanson Two's - glokelli$

Ayo Thomas why this shit so fye? Cotton candy, mhmm, damn

Nigga, P for Patience, nigga, good things coming in twos
What the fuck, nigga
G.l.o.k, you hear me

Bro got a drink, he gon pour me a deuce
Ms.Keisha or Trisha, I can't choose
Packs just land, now they all on the move
Bitch, I'm the Glok, gotta, uh
Bitch, I'm the Glok, gotta stick and I move
Big shot, you know I got something to prove
Taking my chances, ain't nothing to lose
You can get plucked out you m'fucking goose

Uh, good things coming in twos
Trippin', tripping he not tying shoes
Spinning, spinning one time like a loop
Pink drank, cup strong, Majin Buu
Garcia serve chickens out the m'fucking coupe
My brothers in arms like a m'fucking troop
Get in my bag when I punch in the booth
Paint his top red, I ain't talking bout a roof

It's too many bitches, we all in the W
Blowing down torch and the shit right in front of you
Never on stagnant, I cannot be comfortable
Can't fuck with the jakes, I can't fuck with the constable
Dividing the bag till the shit grow in multiples
All about bills like the m'fucking Huxtables
She slurping the Glok like a m'fucking popsicle
He hang with them rats like he Ron Stoppable

Bro got a drink, he gon' pour me a deuce
Ms.Keisha or Trisha, I can't choose
Packs just land, now they all on the move
Bitch, I'm the Glok, gotta stick and I what uh
Bitch, I'm the Glok, gotta stick and I move
Big shot, you know I got something to prove
Taking my chances, ain't nothing to lose
You can get plucked out you m'fucking goose
Uh, good things coming in twos
Tripping, tripping he not tying shoes
Spinning, spinning one time like a loop
Pink drank, cup strong, Majin Buu
Garcia serve chickens out the m'fucking coupe
My brothers in arms like a m'fucking troop
Get in my bag when I punch in the booth
Paint his top red, I ain't talking bout a roof

Bro got a drink, he gon pour me a deuce
Ms.Keisha or Trisha, I can't choose
Packs just land, now they all on the move
Bitch, I'm the Glok, gotta stick and I what uh
Bitch, I'm the Glok, gotta stick and I move
Big shot, you know I got somethin' to prove
Taking my chances, ain't nothing to lose
You can get plucked out you m'fucking goose
Bro got a drink, he gon' pour me a deuce
Miss Keisha, Trisha, I can't choose
Big shot, you and I got something to prove
Taking my chances, ain't nothing to lose
You could get plucked out your m'fucking goose