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letra de two hours from atlanta - lil durk

[intro]
banger
i was on the e-way, i was two hours from atlanta, georgia
(oh yeah, i’ma make a banger with this one)
i had so much on my mind like, it was stressing me out
dj on the beat, so it’s a banger
sh-t crazy

[verse]
turn my phone off every time i’m thrown off
seen a head get blown off, they said them n-ggas drove off
sneaky b-tches moan soft, sip lean out a long straw
fell asleep in a cold car, that sh-t had turned me cold heart, i’m super stressed
came from havin’ zero to some ms, i’m super blessed
street n-gga, hit everything grown, i had cougar s-x
if your pointers nowhеre near forty, go get somе new baguettes
spin, shoot, spin around and shoot, that sh-t a super set
head strong, i’m mad i ain’t say no quote on foenem headstone
chicago like a red zone, certain n-ggas won’t last long
lost so many n-ggas at the same time, sh-t my tears gone
head hurt, why they jump out head first?
red shirt, blood stain
threw away my gucci shirt, it had a cum stain
told ’em “wish i would change, i made it out with this mud stain”
yeah, foenem smokin’ on that exotic
i just told ’em that b-tch honest, she ain’t even did sh-t to her body
i done fell in love with the one, i ain’t fall in love with no thotty
i just introduced her to a percocet, ain’t f-ck around with no molly
that b-tch tryna kick it like karate, i said, “you toxic”
that b-tch know she got body, she just on it
freaky
that b-tch sneakin’ and geekin’ for sure
i used a lighter to light up the stove
can’t trust a b-tch who gon’ spill out the sto’
call me your brother but gave up the low
he won’t take naps but he sleep with his pole
fiendin’ on perc make a n-gga move slow
he think he sl!ck ’cause no one knows
i know some hoes who got my back
i know my brothers they got my back
i went to jail, they ain’t have my back
i called you twice, you ain’t call me back
i colored my dreads, became a snack
bro was f-cked up when i gave them a stack
if i don’t love you, i don’t get attached
i told you i love you, you ain’t say it back, oh-oh
[outro]
these n-ggas phony (two hours from atlanta)
these n-ggas phony (two hours from atlanta)
these n-ggas phony (two hours from atlanta)
these n-ggas phony (two hours from atlanta)
these b-tches phony (two hours from atlanta)
these b-tches phony (two hours from atlanta)
these b-tches phony (two hours from atlanta)
these b-tches phony (two hours from atlanta)

- lil durk

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