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letra de 2 a.m. on six mile - bandgang biggs

[intro]
(ooh, rj)
ayy
ayy
(rj always trippin’, man, rj always trippin’, man)

[verse 1: bandgang biggs]
came home like where my money? b-tch, i need it on time
say you spent ten on your wrist, you must not seen what’s on mine
i hit your b-tch once or twice, and now her calls get declined
now her calls get declined, b-tch, i’m reckless with mine
ain’t takin’ shorts on that pape’, need every quarter of my sh-t
playin’ with my money, you gon’ make me order up a hit
couple ‘bows of that exotic, i’m just sortin’ through this sh-t
thirty thousand in my left pocket got me lit

[verse 2: bandgang jizzle p & bandgang biggs]
i just pour me up a cup and roll this cookie up
ayy, thirties in the buffies got me pushin’ up
ayy, trackhawk two hundred on the dash, they can’t sit with us
they ain’t lit as us, you need to switch it up
ayy, that money on your head, yeah, i know that sh-t get hectic
bro hit him in his head, his mans watched the bullet exit
i stack my money by the squares, hoes thought that sh-t was tetris
and now it wasn’t no rope, that diamond link that’s for my necklace
n-gga (come on, now)
[verse 3: bandgang biggs & bandgang jizzle p]
p-ssy-ass n-gga talkin’ crazy (what?)
boy, that sh-t don’t phase me, shootin’ sh-t like kd
pull up, rock the baby, then pull off in a ‘cat (yeah)
police wanna chase me, i leave ’em where they at (yeah)
boy, my sh-t too fast, you gotta know that (gotta know that)
and, boy, quit flashin’ money when you owe that (when you owe that)
playin’ with my sh-t might get your bro whacked
got that nina with me, b-tch, you get your soul sn-tched (ayy)

[verse 3: bandgang jizzle p]
i see the blue and whites, what he gon’ do?
he better make up his mind, i’m in this demon coupe
two-twenty on the dash, and that’s the honest truth
i threw that b-tch in sport, you know i did what i do (ayy)
doin’ eighty down mind, i got that bag on me
not to mention, got a pocket full of cash on me
ayy, this some sh-t that i can’t risk
got drugs and money, they gon’ throw me under the fence (woo)

[verse 4: bandgang biggs]
n-gga say he tryna count some work, i think he fakin’
white jamaican, leave that n-gga stinkin’ if he try to take it
playin’ catch with your b-tch, she like a hot potato
get her neck and f-cked her in the bas-m-nt, then let jizzle take her (oh, here you go)
when you see me, baby girl, you know you see the truth
thought i was playin’ tricks on you, ’cause you ain’t see the roof
scammed your b-tch off ten racks and sent her through the loop
she blowin’ up my phone, talkin’ ’bout what would jesus do?
[verse 5: bandgang javar]
on the 6 dodgin’ potholes
’bout to blow up on them beats you and biggs on
came out, handed over twenty-five long
said the trip went good, fifty-nine phones (jack)
you be on the internet talkin’ sh-t (lame)
i be online shoppin’, y’all be sharin’ kicks (lame)
i got every pair of balis, i ain’t pay a cent
you spent your hard-earned money, i punched every ‘fit (ham)
your b-tch been gettin’ on my last nerve
ho asked me to buy a bag, well, she got some nerve (hahaha)
talkin’ ’bout a girlfriend, but you sound absurd
do ’em like old furniture, i kick hoes to the curb (get out of here)
i got that sh-t like my stomach doin’ backflips
bruh just got out, if you don’t smoke, he’ll buy your p-ss
he be in the cuff, he goin’ back behind the fence
last couple months, we’ve been higher than a blimp

- bandgang biggs

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