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letra de 2 step - lil bean & zaybang

[intro: lil bean]
n-gga we punchin’ in, like them, um (remedy)
like them n-ggas that be, uh, freestylin’ and sh-t, n-gga
yeah, n-gga, ahh (little ass n-ggas), ah

[verse: lil bean & zaybang]
zay just told me, “n-gga, brother stop playin'”
f-ck is ten, n-gga i just spent your advance
look, they just gave me dub and i can’t fit it in my pants
my b-tch been gettin’ mad ’cause i ain’t really tryna dance
ay, n-ggas actin’ friendly, shakin’ hands
n-gga, i don’t need no team to run these bands
colt .45, i bet this b-tch ain’t gon’ jam
you nerd n-ggas talkin’, n-ggas better watch your man
look, i could run up dub, that’s a light trip
ksubi jeans with the supreme, yeah that’s the light drip
let them n-ggas talk, we on them n-ggas like some vice grips
it’s 2-4 on my neck, the p-ssy n-ggas ain’t gon’ like this
when this b-tch see my chain, she got excited
let a n-gga touch this chain, it’s a riot
chain so fat, i think i’m finna start a diet
narcs askin’ questions, i was taught to keep it quiet
i can spend a band a day, don’t get this sh-t confused
don’t question me about a b-tch, when she gon’ pick and choose
somethin’ wrong with ‘k, i think that n-gga lost some different screws
bullets get to flyin’, easy way to get some sh-t confused
me and zay, twin glocks, zack & cody
unc’ old, he still shootin’ like ginóbili
retire with the bands, b-tch i’m feelin’ like i’m kobe
copped a deuce of that wok, finna throw it in a sobe
can hear it tickin’, just retire that lil rollie
when zay on, he push the benz like a stolie
when that war on, you find out these n-ggas holy
b-tch you heard my song, p-ssy n-gga, you don’t know me
twelve hundred on these shoes, but this hoodie bape
every time they see me out, b-tch i’m fully laced
sweep a n-gga block and watch them p-ssy n-ggas emigrate
bner got them plays, we tryna get him down the interstate
zay say, “the narcs on us”, we gon’ get away
let’s pull over in this lot, and we gon’ switch the plates
tell ’em free my brothers out that can, we need some different dates
you the type of n-gga that’s gon’ listen what the b-tch’d say
a hundred days, i’m still ballin’ like it’s playoffs
they tryna knock me off my grind, but i can’t stay off
they hate to see me win, they prayin’ i’mma take a day off
still seein’ n-ggas broad day, lettin’ ‘k off
pistol case, they took my brother to the feds
a n-gga try me, then he must’ve bumped his head
chasin’ after blues, but i get blinded by that red
this n-gga got no heart, you could tell by what he sayin’
[outro: lil bean & zaybang]
yeah, n-gga, we in here goin’ crazy, n-gga (stupid b-tch)
live all on [?] (brrah, brrah, bah bah bah bah bah)
(bah bah bah, bah bah bah, bah bah, bah, n-gga)
b-tch ass n-ggas, f-ck you mean, n-gga, hahahehe (hahaha)

- lil bean zaybang

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