F+Ck Ur 2cents (Explicit)

f+ck ur 2cents

b+tch I’m high as f+ck

keep this sh+t p

beat this sh+t up I don’t need no gas

Imma take that risk lil b+tch

Run it up

you know when i cuffing on your two cents, can’t put it in

f+ck that b+tch from the back, yuh

hair pullin’

say you gettin’ hoes ninja but your b+tch wanna chill with i ughh

get rich build a empire, empire oh-oh

inspired

s&x seem like dojo guard

held up ten like farce

eyes to see light/dark

too much des I’m feelin’ boost

She wanna f+ck me hard

that’s it when I feel her heart

master Wesson burst

f+ck your two cents no more digits

unc be tellin’ me sit back, listen

14th addiction got me red head

danny croc meat your not boolin’

s3x on me, want shot me scorin’

she wanna throw that cat like doja

someone tell that b+tch I’m horny

OMG!?!

getting dis money i feel like the pauls

pandabuy peasant building dem hauls

wearing my cloak darth maul

invited to runways dont shop at no malls

On the back of us they follow like a choo choo train

bih we take yo brain

Swear this ain't no game

bih f+ck your two cents

Don't need your. two cents

what the f+ck is the two plan

Tell that ho I'm movin' in

i aint f+cking with no 2 face

i aint f+cking with no 2 face

I been in my duffy, im gettin money

Ballin like M.I.A

speed it up hop in

Find an old jukebox full of 45's

I had to glock-45

Big stick blow

Bad bih blow

Cup blowing 4, yuh

And I been that rapper

Swear to god I hate these ng

Fan ass rapper

Fake ass rapper