Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 2WO OR THR33, artist - Avatar Darko. Album song Truly Unruly, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: H1GHR
Song language: English
2WO OR THR33 |
| Poppin' off, shots up out Mozzi |
| Shorty too hot she off the molly |
| We was on the block goin' Ricky Bobby |
| Fast lil' mommy, she licked the loli |
| Ohhh, I got two or three traps |
| Bitch, look, my shades, they cost two or three stacks |
| Two or three chain in like two or three straps |
| Make it out my hood you need two or three maps |
| Two or three phone, I got two or three phones |
| Even my main bitch got two or three hoes |
| Shorty real exotic, she like two or three tones |
| Told her blow a bag at like two or three stoh’s |
| I don’t fuck with cats, only two or three bros |
| Every time I pop out tote two or three poles |
| When it come to cash I got two or three flow’s |
| I be everywhere like I got two or three, two or three clones |
| Two or three hundred, I don’t know I done lost count |
| Bust down a rolly, change my mind get the frost out |
| Got my little weight up in these streets, now I’m bossed out |
| Remember, lil' bitch, had me trippin' now she crossed out |
| I’ve been in the hood tryna get it now, my loft out |
| Somewhere mountain view see a crane when I glanced out |
| Black bandanas everywhere like we gothed out |
| Chopper hit his noodle, he a poodle, spill the broth out |
| Beef in my city you don’t know not just tech world |
| Sucker clout chasin', that ain’t flexin', that’s my left curl |
| Right hand whippin' might throw thirty’s on the humvee |
| Call my chopper Kiki 'cause I know that she love me |
| I’m a young Ryu go E. Honda on a Chun Li |
| Flexin' like Zangief ever since a young G |
| I was down bad, now I’m up in a plush V |
| Still a slide on you 'cause I’m straight up out the straight up out the |
| Two or three phone, I got two or three phones |
| Even my main bitch got two or three hoes |
| Shorty real exotic, she like two or three tones |
| Told her blow a bag at like two or three stoh’s |
| I don’t fuck with cats, only two or three bros |
| Every time I pop out tote two or three poles |
| When it come to cash I got two or three flow’s |
| I be everywhere like I got two or three, two or three clones |
| Twenty five thousand for like thirty, call me Barry Bond |
| Getting' all this overhead, oh ain’t no carry on |
| Let that thing bang a rang boy ain’t no cherry bomb |
| Tatted up with dreads, hoes think I’m Post Malone |
| When we run down on them couple hundred number cones |
| Yeah, I got them cows boy, I ain’t talking' Jerry Jones |
| X that boy out, call me Dez, I be in the zone |
| Walkin' away while I’m whippin', I’m whippin', I gettin' my culinary on |
| Bang my line but don’t say too much |
| All I do is get paid too much |
| Slide in club but don’t say too much |
| 'Cause pussyboy I just hate too much |
| Young boy got Jesus touch |
| Meet ya maker don’t pray too much |
| Buku chopper that Drako buss |
| Feddi’s coming, that cake tin flush |
| Get it right back like two, three months |
| I don’t get high unless two, three blunts |
| Big boy weight like two, three trunks |
| I COD no need for fronts |
| Get it right, back like two, three months |
| I don’t get high unless two, three blunts |
| Big boy weight like two, three trunks |
| I COD no need for fronts |
| Two or three phone, I got two or three phones |
| Even my main bitch got two or three hoes |
| Shorty real exotic, she like two or three tones |
| Told her blow a bag at like two or three stoh’s |
| I don’t fuck with cats, only two or three bros |
| Every time I pop out tote two or three poles |
| When it come to cash I got two or three flow’s |
| I be everywhere like I got two or three, two or three clones |
| Tap in with the plug show me two or three packs |
| I got all the pull I swim two or three laps |
| Milli real soon, we ain’t talkin' no cap |
| Lowercase J, you just lookin' like I |
| Big body, we got 'em lookin' like why (Why?) |
| I said big body, we got 'em lookin' like why (Why?) |
| That’s the letter keep a wetter, streets lookin' too dry |
| All I say is let’s get it like I’m Woodie Gochild |