Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Y&T 2 , by - 42 Dugg. Song from the album Young & Turnt 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 18.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 4PF, CMG
Song language: English
Y&T 2 |
| Fuck findin' love where them blocks at |
| Ho tellin me I’m toxic, she done fucked a ho, what projects? |
| See a buss down by a nigga on my way to Avianne |
| Took a ho to Tiffany’s, she ain’t ever been off Connors |
| I got niggas locked in Adrian, still talk shit like Browner |
| I see a bad bitch and I want her, either I’m prolly fuckin' or I’m gone |
| Yeah, this coat by Saint Laurent, can’t say I ain’t the one |
| Make my bitch suck dick for hours and she swear I hate to cum |
| Might call my bro, like, «Make your jump» |
| Bitch had my paper, I hate to front |
| Got places for dinner, got places for lunch |
| She love a nigga but hate to stunt |
| I’m young and turnt, can’t make this up |
| My bitches all bad, talkin' eights and up |
| Tell 'em, «Knock her off,» won’t say for what |
| Two hunnid, the jury, no safe for us |
| I’m safe enough, put me in the game, I’m lacin' up |
| No, I lace enough, dawg, I’m raisin' mutts, paws |
| My niggas all hatin', shit, it’s not the same, it’s different |
| Cost forty-five plane, not to mention |
| 'Nother twenty-five bucks on the right wrist |
| Told a ho, I wanna fuck, I don’t like kissin' |
| Big face, presidents, I don’t like niggas (Ayy) |
| Said a bitch freaky and I know it |
| Look at my wrist, I’m glowin' |
| Big face go as I point |
| Don’t even gotta tell me, I’m knowin' |
| She goin', she goin', she goin', she gone |
| I’m young and turnt on my own |
| Can’t wait 'til my brother get home |
| I’m young and turnt in this bitch |
| All my niggas lit |
| Ayy, what you would do for a tip? |
| Ho, it don’t even matter, I’m rich |
| Prolly fuck my brother, my cousin |
| Got niggas still textin' they love you |
| For the night, baby, fuck your nigga |
| Porsche white, blue, fuck it, nigga, I’m sippin' |
| For the ATL, I’m crippin' |
| For the nineteen it don’t really make a difference |
| And keep it real, I don’t really like mentions |
| Most niggas snitchin', tip 'em (Rats) |
| Fuck nigga, just keep your distance |
| Lamb' truck, hell nah, I don’t eat out |
| Double Cs on my bitch when her feet out |
| Big Bs all over the treehouse |
| Said a bitch freaky and I know it |
| Look at my wrist, I’m glowin' |
| Big face go as I point |
| Don’t even gotta tell me, I’m knowin' |
| She goin', she goin', she goin', she gone |
| I’m young and turnt on my own |
| Can’t wait 'til my brother get home |
| I’m young and turnt in this bitch |
| All my niggas lit |