Lyrics 2 Liter - Playdough, Sean Patrick

2 Liter

Peace to Taylor Swift, though
Rolled up, sipping on a 2 liter
Top down, in my 2 seater
A convertible, purple little PT
2 skeezers on the milk carton, you seen her?
Made her disappear;
Houdin-er
In the lab, cooking on a few beakers
A bass head, crack your new tweeters
And I brought my own 2 liter
in a leopard skin 2 seater
Gave her deuces, 2−2 peace
817 on the blue beeper
She always call me back, I’m her new dealer
Top down, floor got a space heater
Gold tips hood ornament Saint Peter
Benny Hinn on 'em fool, I’m a faith healer
She like my jacket, James Dean-er
It’s all denim, girl, blue jean-er
Big inside pockets for my 2 liter
A blue tooth, in my 2 seater
Change my number on 'em now I got a new ringer
3G dog, with a tube cleaner (say what?)
Got big cup holds for my 2 liter
We the bomb;
nuclear
Me and DJ Sean in a 2 seater
Gave it to her raw;
sushi her (for real?)
Kill 'em softly;
Fugee-er (Lauren Hill)
She from Pasaden-er on a magazin-er (word?)
Is that a veggie dog?
Brother, pass the wiener (hotdoggin')
Minister and teach;
I’m a pew reacher
Your church is wack, bro, I’m your new preacher
With a new sermon, like Peter
Paul and Mary, I’m a folk singing blues singer
I am the bomb;
nuclear
And I brought my own 2 liter
And we brought our own 2 liter
Gold Tips;
no sugar in my 2 liter
Downtown in a 2 seater
Hear Ye, Hear Ye!
Attention
Hear Ye, Hear Ye!
Attention
Hear Ye, Hear Ye!
My crew is…
All that, All that
What you know about
All that, All that
We know all about it
All that, All that
We know all about it
All that, All that
You know what I’m saying?
Act like you know