Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 2 of Everything, artist - Young Pappy. Date of issue: 07.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
2 of Everything |
| Wait, pour me up two times for Two Cups |
| A deuce and the liter, two eights of kush got me too stuck |
| Ever since Pooh Bear died, I ain’t give two fucks |
| About no nigga, I treat niggas like I’m Ku Klux |
| That mean I don’t hang with 'em! |
| Nah, I don’t bang with 'em! |
| It been the same ten year niggas that done changed, nigga Swear I stay the same |
| through all the pain and this rain, nigga Blow out his brain, I see everything |
| he think, nigga |
| Wait, pour me up two times for Two Cups |
| A deuce and the liter, two eights of kush got me too stuck |
| Ever since Pooh Bear died, I ain’t give two fucks |
| About no nigga, I treat niggas like I’m Ku Klux |
| That mean I don’t hang with 'em! |
| Nah, I don’t bang with 'em! |
| It been the same ten year niggas that done changed, nigga Swear I stay the same |
| through all the pain and this rain, nigga Blow out his brain, I see everything |
| he think, nigga |
| Wait, wait slow me up, I ain’t with that bullshit |
| Pour me up another time, now I’m on that bullshit |
| They say I turned savage I used to be on some cool shit |
| They must got me confused with the niggas I was cool with shooting shit |
| I kept shit a 'hunnid since I been a young |
| I’m used to having nothing that’s why I do all this stunting Niggas who I beef |
| with they don’t tweak cause they know how I’m coming |
| He dead on me, he run up on me, must be high off something |
| I don’t know what niggas be thinking but I know niggas be tweaking |
| Keep yo' eyes open, limit yo' blinking |
| She thirsty to have my kids so I’m gon' let her swallow my semen |
| I never refused them county calls cause not one time my shit ringed |
| Cause I know how that shit feel, fake niggas gon' say that real Real niggas |
| gon' play they role, broke niggas can’t pay they bill I wish niggas stop all |
| this block popping but I guess that’s the way that they drill |
| Two cups, two blunts, two bottles popping the only way my pain gon' heal |
| Say I know how that shit feel, fake niggas gon' say that real Real niggas gon' |
| play they role, broke niggas can’t pay they bill I wish niggas stop all this |
| block popping but I guess that’s the way that they drill |
| Two cups, two blunts, two bottles popping the only way my pain gon' heal… |
| («Wait hol' on! «) |
| Wait, pour me up two times for Two Cups |
| A deuce and the liter, two eights of kush got me too stuck |
| Ever since Pooh Bear died, I ain’t give two fucks |
| About no nigga, I treat niggas like I’m Ku Klux |
| That mean I don’t hang with 'em! |
| Nah, I don’t bang with 'em! |
| It been the same ten year niggas that done changed, nigga Swear I stay the same |
| through all the pain and this rain, nigga Blow out his brain, I see everything |
| he think, nigga |
| Ride through the opps hood in the steamer van |
| If we see a opp, slide doors |
| Five niggas hop out with' eight or nine poles ' |
| Till like 89 shots, fuck like 85 hoes I’m a motherfucking demon OTE be the team |
| and we do too much for no reason |
| Been sipping on lean so I’m leaning off all of these drugs |
| You take all of these slugs if you tweaking |
| All of them shots! |
| Lil' nigga don’t leave off this block until you get off all of them rocks |
| Yelling block and I be with them 50 niggas |
| They know 50 got all the lil' thots |
| They like, «Damn, we can’t take y’all!» |
| «Catch y’all at the club we gon' spray y’all!» |
| Better ask the opps about Shay Dog Cannon, how we do y’all? |
| Move shit around |
| like a U-Haul |
| Better ask the opps about Q-Ball before you get yo' shit blew off! |
| I be with' a whole lotta' shooters, I be with' a whole lotta' killers Got a |
| whole lot of Rugers, smoking on a whole bunch of Munchie |
| Flexing on a whole scout, money, hoes say I’m acting funny Everybody know I |
| keep a ratchet, two Glock.40's with a Tec And I’m in love with the act and just |
| hollered at the plug, better patch it |
| Give a fuck if he taxing, I’m a make this shit back, man |
| Wait, pour me up two times for Two Cups |
| A deuce and the liter, two eights of kush got me too stuck |
| Ever since Pooh Bear died, I ain’t give two fucks |
| About no nigga, I treat niggas like I’m Ku Klux |
| That mean I don’t hang with 'em! |
| Nah, I don’t bang with 'em! |
| It been the same ten year niggas that done changed, nigga Swear I stay the same |
| through all the pain and this rain, nigga Blow out his brain, I see everything |
| he think, nigga |