Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 2K, artist - Soul Glo. Date of issue: 05.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
2K |
| I don’t get these niggas saying that they looking for love |
| If you out here catching feelings, cool, but I’m backing up |
| I’m just playin' but a nigga know what he dreaming of |
| Nigga that’s cheeks, free them like Meek, I need them on me, whassup? |
| I need that ass, nigga, ain’t no other way to get the point across |
| You can skip me and grip that loss but my stroke better than Bob Ross |
| I need that ass, baby, let me beat both at night and in the morning |
| Sunrise nut is so important and your stank ass breath done made me horny |
| The nigga in me is me |
| Songs To Yeet, Soul Glo 3 peat |
| Lasting this long, shit’s a feat |
| It’s much harder when you wanna do it properly |
| Nigga, I’m a plug for the scene |
| Pop out with the PGW, know I mean? |
| Pop out with a stinky pocket for quick cheese |
| Make a fast 40 around the corner, my nigga, please |
| Archangel |
| Doin' estrogen in the back of a Chick-Fil-A |
| Ain’t know the weather but I know I want some dick today |
| She ask me how I shake it and I told her automatic |
| Then he broke my back, call that stroke chiropractic |
| Black superhero hair twist, bitch, I’m Static |
| Slap a politician, now he say he democratic |
| Uh, shock to your head and your system |
| Don’t it shine? |
| Don’t it glisten? |
| Evil laugh I’m a villain |
| Hahahahahahahaha |
| My mans Moneynicca ate some ass in a cornfield |
| Or was it pumpkins? |
| Fuck it, dog, it’s the same deal |
| Told this nigga how I got my whole damn life changed |
| Fucked in a Trader Joe’s and gave my nigga good brain |
| They asked me who to choke and I said yours truly |
| Always keep it strapped and I ain’t talkin' bout a toolie |
| Bitch, I’m 23, take 11, I put 12 in a tree |
| Lynch mob shit, bitch I’m cra- |
| You ever fuck in the back of a U-Haul |
| In the early fall, Super Smash Brothers Brawl? |
| I beat it up, back shots and all |
| Making shordy have to crawl to the window to the wall |
| I need that mothafuckin' ass, nigga |
| I’ll make our stranger status something of the past, nigga |
| I ain’t afraid of the taste of the crack, nigga |
| I’ll show you everyone you fucked is fuckin' wack, nigga |
| I need the mothafuckin' ass, shordy |
| I’ll make you wonder if a nigga took a class, shordy |
| I’ll leave you feeling like a bath with some hash, shordy |
| You’ll hit your ex just to tell them they was trash, shordy |
| My nigga Angel with a foot on every neck |
| Her ride wait outside while she making niggas beg |
| She told me she got bopped off in a gift shop |
| And I ain’t seen nobody look as good in a crop top |
| You could say she gave Richmond Ice Cream |
| You could say she obsessed with a pipe dream |
| You could say she obsessed with a pipe dream |
| And we both obsessed with that pipe dream |
| And we both obsessed with that pipe… |