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letra de 2 door - jim jones

[intro:]
d-rock d-rock

[chorus: tory lanez]
i come through, drop-top foreign in that hood i’m from
these b-tches look i look at them i’m like look at me now
i’m back to balling like that n-gga that you know i was
they ask me questions ’bout that honda that i used to roll
i took it back and bought a 2 door
my money thicker than a sumo
my spanish b-tches yellin’ dimelo
i took her back and bought some new hoes
i took it back and bought a two door

[verse 1:]
i started out as a basic n-gga
till i hooked up with some haitian n-ggas
whip that sh-t like quaker n-gga
big 45 got a bake a n-gga
see i don’t give a f-ck if the f-ck n-gga’s dry
take me right where the f-ck n-gga at
i put a slug in the f-ck n-gga hat
and knock that f-ck n-gga off of the map
i spin that sh-t cuz i got that voice
i was born in the hood i ain’t got no choice
big body benz with the deuces on it
young n-ggas yeah but the loose is hommit
24-7 on the grind
the littlest thing on the block with the iron
i had to get rich in the back of my mind
and i was too broke to go back in the house
i had to get the packages out
as soon as the packages out
i drop me a grill in my mouth
big jewelry hanging on my neck
all type of hoes hanging all in my chest
cuz they heard this n-gga done got that check
drop my top my sh-t all wet
stacks on deck b-tch i stay fresh
i told y’all n-gga i got this

[chorus]

[verse 2:]
i wasn’t always rich
coming from the hood there was always bricks
starting from a a from the 4 way sprint
then we got weighed at [?]
i was in the hallway with ski mask n-ggas kick that sh-t
that was at least but 44 whip
hangin at the club with a 40 on the hip
[?]
i had took that back
just so a n-gga could buy him a drop
stolen these n-ggas and i push that pack
now i’m riding the drive right through the hood
where they cook that crack
n-gga you looked at me wrong
my n-gga hopped out and pushed it back
i want some two door sh-t
thinkin’ about buying like two more whips
penthouse cribs with two floors b-tch
with you and your friend and two more b-tch
trying to get better my [?] said
nothing but living my suped up with
ain’t nothing better than a suped up b-tch
than a n-gga leaned back [?]

[chorus]

[verse 3:]
hit a few os where the roof go
i been balling all alone
n-ggas like room talent at
cuz a n-gga’s stash got too low
but, i’m back b-tch
haiti’s baby
i was born on the exact date that crack hit
grinding up to a hunned stacks for my lil n-ggas is past tense
gents probably had two fights
they whole life but shooting fast quick
two dyk-s in the room fighting
about who’s gonna get the last l1ck
not to toot my own h-rn
but i got them doing a hundred in the [?]
and it’s worked for me really hand built
got this b-tch smelling like a landfill
i’ve been stunting since little n-ggas
since headbands and grant hills
living life in the fast lane while these p-ssy n-ggas at a standstill
and i ain’t even had a spitting game
i f-cked your whole some fan sh-t

[chorus]

- jim jones

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