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letra de 2 birds 1 stone - lesso

chorus
2 birds 1 stone i’m a knock em down/ i can get more done when you not around/ pistol got a full clip hear the c-cking sound/ did that sh-t before i left no need to c-ck it now/ out looking word is that the ops in town/ all that capping that you doing you could stop it now/ hoes screaming oh yeah like they foxy brown/ do a show and take a fan home to top me out/ hey, fake sh-t i could hear it all/ wasn’t f-cking with yo vibe i had to smear it off/ opps hiding i could still smell the fear in y’all/ got the drip from my walk call it the secret sauce/ got the drip from my walk call it the secret sauce/ got the drip from my walk call it the secret sauce/ got the drip from my walk call it the secret sauce/got the drip from my walk call it the secret sauce

verse 1
2 ops 1 bullet, 2 shots, can’t do it, 2 clocks time cruising, 2 bops, brain stupid/ 2 bodies, one moving, one dead, one drooling, one in em, blood oozing, 1 sec he stopped moving/ two tone drip got my two tone fit,/mixed race hoe she a two tone b-tch/ 415 i got two homes b-tch/ like kevin gates i got two phones b-tch/ been broke, been up, i survived both/ i could never settle down i be doing the most/ lotta rappers fall off cuz they ain’t know the ropes/ lotta opps in the grave cuz they had none to tote/ whole clip get blown on my bullsh-t/ whole brick of white girl that’s a whole flip/ cold drip, lotta ice wet on my whole wrist/ whole d-ck, and she took it all in the full splits/ new pack just came and got sold quick/ 4, 3, 2, 1, i give no sh-ts/ notice i been ballin on my hov sh-t/ i ain’t rich like him but i still blow chips/ gotta keep a nine like i’m andre, no 3000, outkast you to bombay, no liquor, like i’m sober on prom day, big ape sh-t, won’t go out harambe/ aye, switch flows creep up on you like i tip toe/ i got big baguette diamonds and my wrist froze/ selling music feel like i’m pushing a big load/ i don’t beef on instagram b-tch i kick doors

chorus

verse 2
i just been focused on making my money and stacking my paper till its through the roof/ gang wit me all day and some wit me all night we got them chops and we not afraid to shoot/ my dawg got a weapon that’s straight outta russia, we slide in a bucket can’t f-ck up the coup/ smarter then most of you dumb -ss lil boys, i ain’t study for sh-t, i did not go to school/ self taught, i’m a prodigy/ people stealing styles taking drip like it’s a robbery/ ain’t no truth or honesty, i just find animosity, when i shoot i’m gloved up like the goalie on a soccer team/ gotta keep the whole squad outta poverty/ give them jobs prolly helping the economy/ i be blowing fat clouds outta collard greens/ when i’m rollin up my wood do not bother me/ lyrically i think i’m cole mixed with 21/ because i could k!ll you with my words or with my 20 guns/ i could make a opp drop like a bungee jump/ i could make yo mouth drop like you hungry or sum/

(man screaming for more meat at a fast food restaurant)

calm down lil b-tch take a chill pill/ if you in sf go to pill hill/ went to jail, got out, and i still drill/ and i’m smoking gas pack of that k!ll k!ll/ i was posted on the block all night like a trash can, on trash night/ got a bag full of afghan, yeah that’s right/ just trying to get my bag right, counting up the loaf gotta make sure that the cash right

- lesso

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