Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 2 Hard Mutha Fuckaz , by - Freddy MacheteRelease date: 24.11.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
2 Hard Mutha Fuckaz |
| Yo I could get wild like a crocodile |
| She wearin' my name cuz she love my style |
| A hundred white girls in a single file |
| Tryin' ta get touched and they all know how |
| It’s about to go down |
| I’m bout to go ham |
| Turn my stereo up cuz my blast on jam |
| Girl, you could get stuck like a suction cup |
| With your bean bag titties and your big ol' butt |
| I’m talking bout… |
| Let me catch my breath like, (yeah) |
| Let my smoke my best like, (yeah) |
| Now let me count my stack (yeah x2) |
| If I gave you an inch better bring that shit back, like |
| (Shorty work her back like a bull in a China shop) |
| Pullin' on rags |
| (Shorty work her back like a bull in a China shop) |
| I do it so good had to put it on wax |
| (Shorty work her back like a bull in a China shop) |
| She a movie star and I like it like that |
| (Shorty work her back like a bull in a China shop) |
| When the jakes come around, boy you know where it’s at… |
| I come through like a UFO when it hovers |
| And bang Wu Tang in the shudders |
| Put down the nine just to hit him with the putter |
| The sucka never even told his mother that he loved her |
| Bread for the butter and pity for the fool |
| He should have known better than to fuck with Crown Jewels |
| I’m chillin' with the Killa Whale, look like Shamu |
| Ya head get wet and we ain’t talkin' shampoo |
| We do like Van |
| My favorite dance move |
| Is when MJ freeze tip toe down his shoes |
| But I ain’t come to dance I’m collectin' my scrill |
| That’s why I fucks with Nicky, trill recognize trill |
| Shoot for the kill |
| Ride round hot box, tint, Coupe de Ville |
| I boot with the heel |
| So go on catch a foot up your ass |
| Have your shit lookin' like «damn |
| I walked in got had 'fore I sat down.» |
| Hook |
| Cuz it’s a bolo mission |
| And I’m somthin' like a chef in a crack kitchen |
| You keep frontin' might find your whole back missing |
| I’m Vida Blue when I do my allstar pitchin' |
| You could scream in my ear and I won’t listen |
| I don’t like you bitch, you need ta quit trippin' |
| Do ya time playboy nigga, stop snitchin' |
| Man it’s a sugar man, someone might say ta god |
| It’s like Chris Paul throwin' Blake Griff a lob |
| Or Mac Dre tellin' hoes that it ain’t his job |
| I let the Benz bust a bitch and I straight mob |
| The homie said his new gun had a rubber handle |
| And he’ll love to blow you out like a roman candle |
| I stand alone in the rain like a lost lover |
| To reconnect with the homies like the Ward brothers |
| Man, it’s a gold thang |
| And I like to pick up a little ho change |
| And my style stand out like a gold chain |
| Fillmoe in the buildin', and it’s a go mayne |
| Khan Mecca and it really ain’t no thang |
| Hook |