Lyrics to 2 Man With A Frenchie
(Four3va)
(You know Zaid produced this shit)
Huh, hop out whip, I'm drippin' crazy, wonder how you feelin', baby
Got on brand-new styles evaded, now you wanna call me, baby
She like what friend I wanna fuck? I'm gon' fuck all them, baby
Huh, you wanna fuck anyway, don't know why you stallin', baby
Leave that nigga, he told you no, baby, you can get anything
Got some fine shit, she locked up, can't wait 'til you get out of prison, baby
Sometimes I be on some killer things
Gotta let me cheat a thousand times 'fore you get a wedding ring
Opps be tellin' the hoes a thousand lies, I don't believe anything
Ain't nobody ever blew me down, why you tell it to them stains?
Havin' convo with a bitch who ain't good for nothin' but givin' brain
Couldn't find the AC button, got mad, shot out the ceiling fan
Uh, get too mad, it's pourin' down, nigga, I'm the spillin' man
I go on two-mans with my Frenchie dog, they love lil' Spilly, man
Still got love for my baby Tunechi dog, but she too shitty, man
They thought I wouldn't be nothin', look at me now, I know you shittin', huh
We know your car, get your whip painted
Jump in the street, don't lack without no gun, it get dangerous
Young niggas on that, can't walk without a gun, I swear I'm gettin' famous
Patient, but almost tired of waitin'
For you, I'm chasin', I'm almost tired of skatin'
You look great and you was goin', I ain't even say shit, back to the basics
And it's crazy, the bitch I had when I was scrapin' finna have my baby
No play shit, play with mines and we gon' spank shit back to the '80s
I can tell they finna let Threat B come home, this shit kinda crazy
I'm with lil' 80, give a fuck about probation, pourin' a pint of Quagen
Huh, hop out whip, I'm drippin' crazy, wonder how you feelin', baby
Got on brand-new styles evaded, now you wanna call me, baby
She like what friend I wanna fuck? I'm gon' fuck all them, baby
Huh, you wanna fuck anyway, don't know why you stallin', baby
Leave that nigga, he told you no, baby, you can get anything
Got some fine shit, she locked up, can't wait 'til you get out of prison, baby
Sometimes I be on some killer things
Gotta let me cheat a thousand times 'fore you get a wedding ring
(You know Zaid produced this shit)
Huh, hop out whip, I'm drippin' crazy, wonder how you feelin', baby
Got on brand-new styles evaded, now you wanna call me, baby
She like what friend I wanna fuck? I'm gon' fuck all them, baby
Huh, you wanna fuck anyway, don't know why you stallin', baby
Leave that nigga, he told you no, baby, you can get anything
Got some fine shit, she locked up, can't wait 'til you get out of prison, baby
Sometimes I be on some killer things
Gotta let me cheat a thousand times 'fore you get a wedding ring
Opps be tellin' the hoes a thousand lies, I don't believe anything
Ain't nobody ever blew me down, why you tell it to them stains?
Havin' convo with a bitch who ain't good for nothin' but givin' brain
Couldn't find the AC button, got mad, shot out the ceiling fan
Uh, get too mad, it's pourin' down, nigga, I'm the spillin' man
I go on two-mans with my Frenchie dog, they love lil' Spilly, man
Still got love for my baby Tunechi dog, but she too shitty, man
They thought I wouldn't be nothin', look at me now, I know you shittin', huh
We know your car, get your whip painted
Jump in the street, don't lack without no gun, it get dangerous
Young niggas on that, can't walk without a gun, I swear I'm gettin' famous
Patient, but almost tired of waitin'
For you, I'm chasin', I'm almost tired of skatin'
You look great and you was goin', I ain't even say shit, back to the basics
And it's crazy, the bitch I had when I was scrapin' finna have my baby
No play shit, play with mines and we gon' spank shit back to the '80s
I can tell they finna let Threat B come home, this shit kinda crazy
I'm with lil' 80, give a fuck about probation, pourin' a pint of Quagen
Huh, hop out whip, I'm drippin' crazy, wonder how you feelin', baby
Got on brand-new styles evaded, now you wanna call me, baby
She like what friend I wanna fuck? I'm gon' fuck all them, baby
Huh, you wanna fuck anyway, don't know why you stallin', baby
Leave that nigga, he told you no, baby, you can get anything
Got some fine shit, she locked up, can't wait 'til you get out of prison, baby
Sometimes I be on some killer things
Gotta let me cheat a thousand times 'fore you get a wedding ring
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