Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 2 Player, artist - CheziDate of issue: 31.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
2 Player |
| Product of the motherfuckin' g-a-m-e |
| In my city, no security, nigga, fuck do you mean? |
| You ain’t got to play this shit, you a bitch anyway |
| Sold it off moowops, weed, and yay |
| Bounced out so clean, bitch had to choose |
| Never really fixin' shit, but I packed the tool |
| When I pull out my .50, I act a fool |
| Sideways through the Point, Molly G, what it do? |
| And this plate bussdown, it got crabs and shit |
| If you ridin' dirty, don’t smoke in the whip |
| Don’t make you a bitch, nigga, that make you smart |
| Stay on your toes, dodge the narks |
| Real street nigga, you can tell by the lingo |
| Top down, pearl white, six, I’m on Pico |
| Used to live on enkos, paper like Kinkos |
| Three-thousand dollars for the Burberry peacoat |
| Stuntin' is the usual |
| Lil nigga, who is you? |
| Plottin' on a m-ball |
| But I need a few |
| Thirty motherfuckin' days |
| Tryna stacks these fuckin' leis |
| Chips, dip, basically you got to pay me |
| Choppa lined ‘em up, like the barber D. Rose |
| In a concierge, weed smoke on my clothes |
| You niggas fake, weird, I can’t fuck with bro |
| You niggas way too old to be this broke |
| It’s been a lot of interceptions, we gon' need a private jet |
| What’s next? |
| They got houses in the Hill, private chef |
| Eatin' good, told the bitch slide through for the neck |
| Like a jail call, bitch, I collect |
| Both cellphones ringin', and it’s all for a check |
| ‘Bout to knock a teacher bitch, just to fuck her on the desk |
| If I text back quick, baby, you blessed |
| Sexy ass bitch, all she know is finesse, numbers |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy |
| God damn |
| Sock it to me |
| In the ocean, on the equator, I’m hot as a sauna (Freeze) |
| Biggest shark in the water, call it Tommy Bahama |
| Twinkle-twinkle on my wrist, this shit cost me a dub |
| Dude was s’pposed to blow up, but I forgot he a dud (Chezi) |
| That was Texas with the blues, runnin' plays like I’m Zeke |
| When I bust vacuum seal, the whole kitchen was stinkin' |
| Play dumb, I listen twice as much as I speak |
| Came a long way from washin' dirty clothes in the sink |
| Get your money, make it rain, they gon' hate for no reason |
| Went and bought a Burberry coat with a hood for the season |
| Had to bust it day and day, go with Easy |
| I ain’t from the wood, but I’m chargin' fifteen a feature |
| I’m a different kind of nigga, I still sweat when it’s cold |
| I fuck with, all my letters is gold |
| I think I love this bitch, she hella thick with a bag |
| Damn, I almost got caught up, I had some hair on my pants |
| This paper got me focused, I don’t need to pop Adderalls |
| This a magazine, I’ll give you a catalog |
| Been around the world, pack talkin' my travel log |
| Even though some people changed up, I ain’t mad at all |
| Don’t talk reckless on my phone, it’s a elbow |
| I just hit the shop, said I’m lookin' for a elko |
| In the streets — Elmo, why you tell, bro? |
| I got stripes, but these off-whites, these ain’t shell-toes |
| The way these verses set up, it get biblical |
| Hit me like she want a second chance, yeah, that’s typical |
| She gon' have to bless with me some bands, ‘cause I’m spiritual |
| It ain’t conditional |
| Fuck the judge, he made some bullshit admissible |
| I’m a flight risk |
| Tried to pay the million-dollar bail, I don’t write shit |
| Chezi need a million-dollar deal, but this priceless |
| Told my white boy to check the mail, he said, «Righteous» |
| Freeze |
| Get over here! |