2T1L!
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โฑ๏ธ 2:08 duration
๐ ID: 27320853
๐ Lyrics
Yeah (t-trut-), yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ay
Two truths, one lie, but my bro, you finna die
Lil' bitch inside, you keep marketing your pride (dammit)
Lil' shawty hit my type, so I know she finna slide
Breath seething down my neck, I'll just come up with the fire (fuck)
Fuck, broke bitch, runnin' like my bag, she got a fire
Shawty hit my eyes, she could shoot me, fuck the guys
I said, "I love when you inside me, I know that's what you like"
She like, "What you feelin' 'bout me?" but she ain't gettin' time
Bro, you swear we on some brother shit
Tell you, tell me, got to be my bro, you got to deal with it
Jack and shit, they like, "Brokie, why you on that album shit?
Why you switch the sound up? Why you on that other shit?"
Yeah, I had to switch the sound up
This shit was getting boring to me too
Where they clowning us, but all they bitches whorin' for us
Throwin' slimy on the eyes, yeah, that shit felt like a horror story
Shawty says she like me, I pulled up to her dormitory
(Uh, magscythe, can I get a feature?)
Backed up at everything, I turn you to a fuckin' clip
Bag gettin' heavy, too much paper in my duffel, bitch (ho)
magscythe, the step, he always steppin', not no funny shit
Karma was a bitch and now you know that she ain't coming back
Rapping way too easy, had to show him we been runnin' laps
They still tryna beat me, but you know I'm not, I can't relax
Hold up with this demon, I'ma show 'em we don't never lap
Show 'em we don't never lap, show 'em we just keep it P
Oxycontin in my fuckin' system, I was 17
I resort to trap and kept a stick on me and fed the team
You ain't never made the cut, you don't ever fit the theme
Two truths, one lie, but my bro, you finna die
Lil' bitch inside, you keep marketing your pride (dammit)
Lil' shawty hit my type, so I know she finna slide
Breath seething down my neck, I'll just come up with the fire (fuck)
Fuck, broke bitch, runnin' like my bag, she got a fire
Shawty hit my eyes, she could shoot me, fuck the guys
I said, "I love when you inside me, I know that's what you like"
She like, "What you feelin' 'bout me?" but she ain't gettin' time
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ay
Two truths, one lie, but my bro, you finna die
Lil' bitch inside, you keep marketing your pride (dammit)
Lil' shawty hit my type, so I know she finna slide
Breath seething down my neck, I'll just come up with the fire (fuck)
Fuck, broke bitch, runnin' like my bag, she got a fire
Shawty hit my eyes, she could shoot me, fuck the guys
I said, "I love when you inside me, I know that's what you like"
She like, "What you feelin' 'bout me?" but she ain't gettin' time
Bro, you swear we on some brother shit
Tell you, tell me, got to be my bro, you got to deal with it
Jack and shit, they like, "Brokie, why you on that album shit?
Why you switch the sound up? Why you on that other shit?"
Yeah, I had to switch the sound up
This shit was getting boring to me too
Where they clowning us, but all they bitches whorin' for us
Throwin' slimy on the eyes, yeah, that shit felt like a horror story
Shawty says she like me, I pulled up to her dormitory
(Uh, magscythe, can I get a feature?)
Backed up at everything, I turn you to a fuckin' clip
Bag gettin' heavy, too much paper in my duffel, bitch (ho)
magscythe, the step, he always steppin', not no funny shit
Karma was a bitch and now you know that she ain't coming back
Rapping way too easy, had to show him we been runnin' laps
They still tryna beat me, but you know I'm not, I can't relax
Hold up with this demon, I'ma show 'em we don't never lap
Show 'em we don't never lap, show 'em we just keep it P
Oxycontin in my fuckin' system, I was 17
I resort to trap and kept a stick on me and fed the team
You ain't never made the cut, you don't ever fit the theme
Two truths, one lie, but my bro, you finna die
Lil' bitch inside, you keep marketing your pride (dammit)
Lil' shawty hit my type, so I know she finna slide
Breath seething down my neck, I'll just come up with the fire (fuck)
Fuck, broke bitch, runnin' like my bag, she got a fire
Shawty hit my eyes, she could shoot me, fuck the guys
I said, "I love when you inside me, I know that's what you like"
She like, "What you feelin' 'bout me?" but she ain't gettin' time
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:02.38] Yeah (t-trut-), yeah, yeah
[00:08.60] Yeah, yeah, yeah, ay
[00:11.96] Two truths, one lie, but my bro, you finna die
[00:14.84] Lil' bitch inside, you keep marketing your pride (dammit)
[00:17.46] Lil' shawty hit my type, so I know she finna slide
[00:20.88] Breath seething down my neck, I'll just come up with the fire (fuck)
[00:23.48] Fuck, broke bitch, runnin' like my bag, she got a fire
[00:26.84] Shawty hit my eyes, she could shoot me, fuck the guys
[00:29.37] I said, "I love when you inside me, I know that's what you like"
[00:32.28] She like, "What you feelin' 'bout me?" but she ain't gettin' time
[00:35.89] Bro, you swear we on some brother shit
[00:37.84] Tell you, tell me, got to be my bro, you got to deal with it
[00:40.74] Jack and shit, they like, "Brokie, why you on that album shit?
[00:43.69] Why you switch the sound up? Why you on that other shit?"
[00:46.66] Yeah, I had to switch the sound up
[00:48.83] This shit was getting boring to me too
[00:50.58] Where they clowning us, but all they bitches whorin' for us
[00:52.93] Throwin' slimy on the eyes, yeah, that shit felt like a horror story
[00:55.96] Shawty says she like me, I pulled up to her dormitory
[00:58.90] (Uh, magscythe, can I get a feature?)
[01:01.28] Backed up at everything, I turn you to a fuckin' clip
[01:04.03] Bag gettin' heavy, too much paper in my duffel, bitch (ho)
[01:06.96] magscythe, the step, he always steppin', not no funny shit
[01:09.86] Karma was a bitch and now you know that she ain't coming back
[01:12.72] Rapping way too easy, had to show him we been runnin' laps
[01:15.79] They still tryna beat me, but you know I'm not, I can't relax
[01:18.73] Hold up with this demon, I'ma show 'em we don't never lap
[01:21.52] Show 'em we don't never lap, show 'em we just keep it P
[01:24.38] Oxycontin in my fuckin' system, I was 17
[01:27.33] I resort to trap and kept a stick on me and fed the team
[01:30.24] You ain't never made the cut, you don't ever fit the theme
[01:33.24] Two truths, one lie, but my bro, you finna die
[01:36.43] Lil' bitch inside, you keep marketing your pride (dammit)
[01:39.59] Lil' shawty hit my type, so I know she finna slide
[01:42.30] Breath seething down my neck, I'll just come up with the fire (fuck)
[01:45.39] Fuck, broke bitch, runnin' like my bag, she got a fire
[01:48.76] Shawty hit my eyes, she could shoot me, fuck the guys
[01:51.36] I said, "I love when you inside me, I know that's what you like"
[01:54.34] She like, "What you feelin' 'bout me?" but she ain't gettin' time
[01:57.35]
[00:08.60] Yeah, yeah, yeah, ay
[00:11.96] Two truths, one lie, but my bro, you finna die
[00:14.84] Lil' bitch inside, you keep marketing your pride (dammit)
[00:17.46] Lil' shawty hit my type, so I know she finna slide
[00:20.88] Breath seething down my neck, I'll just come up with the fire (fuck)
[00:23.48] Fuck, broke bitch, runnin' like my bag, she got a fire
[00:26.84] Shawty hit my eyes, she could shoot me, fuck the guys
[00:29.37] I said, "I love when you inside me, I know that's what you like"
[00:32.28] She like, "What you feelin' 'bout me?" but she ain't gettin' time
[00:35.89] Bro, you swear we on some brother shit
[00:37.84] Tell you, tell me, got to be my bro, you got to deal with it
[00:40.74] Jack and shit, they like, "Brokie, why you on that album shit?
[00:43.69] Why you switch the sound up? Why you on that other shit?"
[00:46.66] Yeah, I had to switch the sound up
[00:48.83] This shit was getting boring to me too
[00:50.58] Where they clowning us, but all they bitches whorin' for us
[00:52.93] Throwin' slimy on the eyes, yeah, that shit felt like a horror story
[00:55.96] Shawty says she like me, I pulled up to her dormitory
[00:58.90] (Uh, magscythe, can I get a feature?)
[01:01.28] Backed up at everything, I turn you to a fuckin' clip
[01:04.03] Bag gettin' heavy, too much paper in my duffel, bitch (ho)
[01:06.96] magscythe, the step, he always steppin', not no funny shit
[01:09.86] Karma was a bitch and now you know that she ain't coming back
[01:12.72] Rapping way too easy, had to show him we been runnin' laps
[01:15.79] They still tryna beat me, but you know I'm not, I can't relax
[01:18.73] Hold up with this demon, I'ma show 'em we don't never lap
[01:21.52] Show 'em we don't never lap, show 'em we just keep it P
[01:24.38] Oxycontin in my fuckin' system, I was 17
[01:27.33] I resort to trap and kept a stick on me and fed the team
[01:30.24] You ain't never made the cut, you don't ever fit the theme
[01:33.24] Two truths, one lie, but my bro, you finna die
[01:36.43] Lil' bitch inside, you keep marketing your pride (dammit)
[01:39.59] Lil' shawty hit my type, so I know she finna slide
[01:42.30] Breath seething down my neck, I'll just come up with the fire (fuck)
[01:45.39] Fuck, broke bitch, runnin' like my bag, she got a fire
[01:48.76] Shawty hit my eyes, she could shoot me, fuck the guys
[01:51.36] I said, "I love when you inside me, I know that's what you like"
[01:54.34] She like, "What you feelin' 'bout me?" but she ain't gettin' time
[01:57.35]