Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 2Pac & Biggie, artist - Migos. Album song No Label, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.07.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Quality Control
Song language: English
2Pac & Biggie |
I’m the next 2Pac and Biggie |
Scaled dope for 2Pac, pockets on Biggie |
Pop a molly have you shaking like that nigga Diddy |
Your pockets fat but now they slim, call it Missy |
I got that Bobby Brown but I ran out of Whitney |
Still got some Brittney, got a lot of Lindsey |
Citgo on 48, come get this Julius Erving |
Smoking Larry Kush and we call it Eddie Murphy |
And I keep my circle tight, like a virgin |
Black and grey old Cutlass, George Gervin |
Fuck your mama make you made, call me Melvin |
Drugged up I’m bout to overdose, call me Elvis |
The world is mine I feel like Scarface |
I’m fucking hoes I feel like Babyface |
I know some migos put a scar on your face |
That bitch bad she got a baby face |
Her ass fat but she got a baby waist |
That’s my lil' boo thang, I call her Babycakes |
Bout to go to the jeweler, call up TV Johnny |
Want Takeoff to do a show? |
Gon' cost some TV money |
I know junkies in the street selling DVDs |
Mp3's, I know niggas who sell M-16s |
Got a plug that’s talking them brinks, them that Yao Ming |
Got a plug on that gas, and that lean |
I know junkies that will kill, for a bump |
I know niggas that finesse pigeons out the trunk |
Lil' goons on the block like a 9 to 5 |
I know J’s that cut your grass just for a dime |
I know hoes that sell they soul for bankroll |
Same bitch in high school, she act like I don’t know her |
Birds flyin' in, just for the summer season |
Coca so good, had the junkies nose bleeding |
Junky clean my rims, rake my leaves, wash my car |
Cause he know I got that pack tp Mars |
I ask lil' mama have she ever of them bars |
She suck me up then call my phone askin' for them bars |
Feds calling up my phone saying that I’m selling squares |
Selling birds, selling pigeons, flying to Brazil |
Feds calling up my phone saying that I’m selling squares |
Selling birds, selling pigeons, flyin' to Brazil |
Plug across the water, I’m taking a vacation |
Plug helping me eat, salvation |
Your bitch with me (What time it is?)… penetration |
And I fucked her so good she hyperventilating |
International J’s some be Haitian some be Asian |
Quarterback vision, you can call me Peyton |
J’s at the Texaco working like they slaving |
Working with the soda, it’s already baking |
Fiends crave it, fiends itching like it’s poison ivy |
Moving all these drugs, CVS should gon' and hire me |
Shake and bake on a plug, call it Ricky Bobby |
Sylvester Stallone on my wrist cause it rocky |
Some fiends like the mollies, some fiend like the icies |
Some fiend like the xans, white like Klu Klux Klan |
My money be piling, my goons move silent |
My goons be violent, finesse I’m outtie |