Lebxanon, Lil Shine - 2 da maxx lyrics
[Lebxanon, Lil Shine - 2 da maxx lyrics]
Yeah, ha you need people like me so you
Can point your fuckin' fingers
And say, "That's the bad guy" (Bitch)
And I don't wanna fuck this up
I spent too much getting
Fucked up and I know this sucks
Know that shit get rough
Know our love still tough if we break up
Then we make up 'cause you know what's up
Three-five of Runtz, I got fucked up lungs
If we fucked 'til sun
Will you keep in touch? (Bitch)
He don't got no funds, he don't got no guns
Gotta keep shit real
Can't play me like I'm dumb
Uh, I keep that choppa on me
The Glock came in with a beam
Glock make that pussy scream
Sorry, I don't know what you mean
I threw all the racks up in your face
I got a XD for your gang
Pop it, ion' care about no tag
They copy my jeans, they copy my swag
Yea I'm really missing you bad
Yeah, I'm reeling off the pack
Said you don't need me? That's cap
Bitch, giving back
Toting a MAC please stay back
I know times getting tough
But you gotta pull through
I wanna when I see you please you
I told that boy he should see you
Fuck is you mean you gon' leave me?
And I don't wanna fuck this up
I spent too much getting fucked up
And I know this sucks
Know that shit get rough
Know our love still tough if we break up
Then we make up 'cause you know what's up
Three-five of Runtz, I got fucked up lungs
If we fucked 'til sun
Will you keep in touch? (Bitch)
He don't got no funds, he don't got no guns
Gotta keep shit real
Can't play me like I'm dumb
Can point your fuckin' fingers
And say, "That's the bad guy" (Bitch)
And I don't wanna fuck this up
I spent too much getting
Fucked up and I know this sucks
Know that shit get rough
Know our love still tough if we break up
Then we make up 'cause you know what's up
Three-five of Runtz, I got fucked up lungs
If we fucked 'til sun
Will you keep in touch? (Bitch)
He don't got no funds, he don't got no guns
Gotta keep shit real
Can't play me like I'm dumb
Uh, I keep that choppa on me
The Glock came in with a beam
Glock make that pussy scream
Sorry, I don't know what you mean
I threw all the racks up in your face
I got a XD for your gang
Pop it, ion' care about no tag
They copy my jeans, they copy my swag
Yea I'm really missing you bad
Yeah, I'm reeling off the pack
Said you don't need me? That's cap
Bitch, giving back
Toting a MAC please stay back
I know times getting tough
But you gotta pull through
I wanna when I see you please you
I told that boy he should see you
Fuck is you mean you gon' leave me?
And I don't wanna fuck this up
I spent too much getting fucked up
And I know this sucks
Know that shit get rough
Know our love still tough if we break up
Then we make up 'cause you know what's up
Three-five of Runtz, I got fucked up lungs
If we fucked 'til sun
Will you keep in touch? (Bitch)
He don't got no funds, he don't got no guns
Gotta keep shit real
Can't play me like I'm dumb