Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 2FS, artist - Kojey Radical.
Date of issue: 15.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
2FS |
Bro, that’s the energy, bro, bro |
That’s the energy daily, bro |
You feel me, like, bro, trust me, G |
Fuck it up |
I’m feeling myself, I’m feeling myself, that’s why they can’t offend me |
Don’t give two effs, don’t give two effs, I’m felling like Fendi, Fendi |
Now I need bags for all this baggage, I got plenty, plenty |
I know my demons never leaving 'cause we plenty ready |
No, we ain’t ever scared, no, we ain’t ever worried |
It’s only God I fear, but that’s another story |
They can’t, they can’t tell my story, no, it’s time to celebrate |
If you ever been how low I been, you hit the cemetery |
Halloween is very scary, I know most don’t make it back |
Really fucked the money up, hustle, hustle, made a stack |
Double, double (Woo, woo), make eleven, double back |
Why they tryna trouble us? |
Probably 'cause I’m rich and black |
Got fed up if wishing, wishing, most don’t ever wish you well |
Says she wanna kiss me, kiss me, 'cause I do not kiss and tell |
You can’t get the main, but here’s the number to my Alcatel |
Seen your type already, only you don’t have a dream to sell |
Miss me, miss me, bigger fish to fry and I ain’t talking 'bout no escovitch |
My bro wanna be Escobar but I don’t see the benefit |
Spoke and tried to better him but he just wanted better drip |
Who and I to judge the kid? |
I already did the things he did |
Probably do them things again, heard the sheeple talking |
But a lion never lost a wink, opinions never cost a thing |
I could be a lot of things, but not for slave money |
And I could buy a lot of things, but not with they money |
I’m feeling myself, I’m feeling myself, that’s why they can’t offend me |
Don’t give two effs, don’t give two effs, I’m felling like Fendi, Fendi |
Now I need bags for all this baggage, I got plenty, plenty |
I know my demons never leaving 'cause we plenty ready |
No, we ain’t ever scared, no, we ain’t ever worried |
It’s only God I fear, but that’s another story |
They can’t, they can’t tell my story, no, it’s time to celebrate |
If you ever been how low I been, you hit the cemetery |
Uh |
My life could be many things but it cannot be regret |
How should I kick the bucket, with my right or with my left? |
I fell asleep in chaos 'cause this life we live a mess |
Ain’t no flexing up in Heaven, baby boy, we not impressed |
No, I cannot take it with me, but I’m leaving with respect |
Bury me in black silk, carried in a black truck |
Leave my flowers at the door, next to my amount of fucks |
I’m still the greatest undiscovered, the greatest under covers |
Ask your girl why she really call me Mister LoverLover |
I know, I know, I know, I would hate me too |
Made your favourite look so wack, I wouldn’t play me too |
Underrated, yes, underpaid, who? |
Never me, the only thing they underpaid was booze |
I’m feeling myself, I’m feeling myself, that’s why they can’t offend me |
Don’t give two effs, don’t give two effs, I’m felling like, yeah (Oi! Yeah) |
For us, by us, just us, for love |
Don’t it feel good, baby? |
It feel good to me |
For us, by us, just us, for love |
Don’t it feel good, baby? |
It feel good to me |