Dave East, Chinx, Bynoe - BF2 lyrics
[Dave East, Chinx, Bynoe - BF2 lyrics]
You know two can play that game
What's in the dark will
Eventually come to light
If you seek then you will find
Nigga, I don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I don't know i don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I don't know
But I'm her boyfriend too
Yeah, I'm her boyfriend too
I don't know what she told you, nah
Nigga, I don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I'm her boyfriend too
Boyfriend number two
Got the 6-5-0, I show you how to blow a coupe
(Skrrt) that's 160 on the dashboard
I clap these punk hoes like backboards
Got her playing in the kitty-cat
All about the money, where the kitty at?
My shades on, I can't see a thing
Got your bitch in the cross face
Chicken wing lay my game down flat
I been gone for a minute
The return of the mack
I snap my fingers twice, bitch, be gone
Throw some mustard on that thing, no dijon
Uh
Nigga, I don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I don't know i don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I don't know
But I'm her boyfriend too
I don't know, I don't know
If it ain't 'bout the money
Then I don't go
Private island, turn her phone off
We 'bout to roll up
She go in circles like a donut
Don't walk up on us
Chanel size six sneakers
They got the double C's
Pulling on her Brazilian
She need another weave
Get her up in my condo
And she don't wanna leave
She hearing rumors East worth
A couple hundred G's
Me and Chinx call Bynoe and
Bring that Brinks truck
We in the club popping bottles
We fucked the mink up
I'm in the Dom Pèrignon
Kenny just rolled the stink up
I'm Cuban linked up
I booked the 'telly we can link up
I know your boyfriend loving you, baby
That ain't my issue
I never kissed you, steady texting me, "Boy
I miss you"
You artificial and your boy ain't got a clue
She stuck on me like glue
I'm her boyfriend too
Nigga, I don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I don't know i don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I don't know
But I'm her boyfriend too
Yeah, I'm her boyfriend too
I don't know what she told you, nah
Nigga, I don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I'm her boyfriend too
Nigga, I'm her boyfriend too
What's in the dark will
Eventually come to light
If you seek then you will find
Nigga, I don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I don't know i don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I don't know
But I'm her boyfriend too
Yeah, I'm her boyfriend too
I don't know what she told you, nah
Nigga, I don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I'm her boyfriend too
Boyfriend number two
Got the 6-5-0, I show you how to blow a coupe
(Skrrt) that's 160 on the dashboard
I clap these punk hoes like backboards
Got her playing in the kitty-cat
All about the money, where the kitty at?
My shades on, I can't see a thing
Got your bitch in the cross face
Chicken wing lay my game down flat
I been gone for a minute
The return of the mack
I snap my fingers twice, bitch, be gone
Throw some mustard on that thing, no dijon
Uh
Nigga, I don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I don't know i don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I don't know
But I'm her boyfriend too
I don't know, I don't know
If it ain't 'bout the money
Then I don't go
Private island, turn her phone off
We 'bout to roll up
She go in circles like a donut
Don't walk up on us
Chanel size six sneakers
They got the double C's
Pulling on her Brazilian
She need another weave
Get her up in my condo
And she don't wanna leave
She hearing rumors East worth
A couple hundred G's
Me and Chinx call Bynoe and
Bring that Brinks truck
We in the club popping bottles
We fucked the mink up
I'm in the Dom Pèrignon
Kenny just rolled the stink up
I'm Cuban linked up
I booked the 'telly we can link up
I know your boyfriend loving you, baby
That ain't my issue
I never kissed you, steady texting me, "Boy
I miss you"
You artificial and your boy ain't got a clue
She stuck on me like glue
I'm her boyfriend too
Nigga, I don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I don't know i don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I don't know
But I'm her boyfriend too
Yeah, I'm her boyfriend too
I don't know what she told you, nah
Nigga, I don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I'm her boyfriend too
Nigga, I'm her boyfriend too