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letra de beer, frat, beer-pong - matty twice

[intro: matty twice]
“uh, it’s matty twice b-tch. it’s matty twice b-tch! uh, uh. yo.”

[verse 1: matty twice]
i’d rather you stab me with your pencil than say i’ve got potential
with these hoes i’m kevin winslow if you didn’t know
still mooching off of my kinfolk when my ends low
bryce harper resemble. i been pro. it’s simple
i pimp hoes, but k!lling instrumentals is my m.o..
black-faced young blood– the virgin minstrel
swerving’ in suburbans herb and hemp flows
through my nose and then it goes into my mental
hotbox p-ss the coppers tell my partner, “close them vents dude!”
balling ’till the rents due. my life is so eventful
young n-gga with dollars man. your problems ain’t my issues
two bad b-tches told me, “show me what that d-ck do.”
when you got no principles, what you ‘supposed to stick to?
young boss motherf-cker doing what you didn’t do
you don’t know secrets that i and your b-tch do
when you got no principles, what ‘supposed to stick to?
young boss motherf-cker doing what you didn’t do
you don’t know secrets that i and you b-tch know
i am original. atlanta kids know
all my statistics, and that i spit flows
went to westminster. i snapchat with rich hoes
rap ’till my wrist glows. that’s how this sh-t goes
drank so much jack took a nap at the disco
get me a chicken sandwich from chick-fil-a but don’t ask for no pickles
get a lemonade then come home and tickle my d-ck hole
it’s simple. a real n-gga let a b-tch know
same reason i f-ck a b-tch, a f-ck n-gga let a b-tch go
what’s the reason i’m rich for? the list goes
on and on like scripts do
i pop pills. i’ve had them all. know adderall’s just crystal
i can, spit flows ’till iran gets missiles
i’m sorry ms. palin. i got head from bristol
then told her, “black power!” she took the whole fistful
so disre – spectful, but heck knows i don’t give a f-ck
when my mama hears this she’ll give me an earful
i ’bout lost my mind three d-mn times but i’m cheerful
i just thank the lord that i know what i’m here for
a-town beer-pong hero, rising to the top like beer foam
paw-paw said, “we ain’t here long.” i’m just nineteen with some earphones
should’ve been on. two tapes down, there’s a lot of n-ggas i sh-t on
there’s still room on the bandwagon for you to get on
listen, to us we’re young black and p-ssed off
if i should go broke least i know that my d-ck’s long
my girl rich as f-ck though. i feel like i’m big sean
kicks on fire. boat shoe repet-tion
no socks smelling like i stepped in some sh-t when i get them
off. i’m still a boss so you listening’
from a-town to d.c. to maryland to richmond
who is this? making music for them dope boys and rich kids
heard he’s from atlanta, who’s he friends with?
what his name and is he famous? is he trending?
he’s the truth, but he’s ruthless. his bluntness offends me
in my dorm room smoking blunts on a wednesday
i’m too d-mn high like the rent be. i’m spent be

“let it ride.”
“matty twice b-tch. b-tch. it’s matty twice b-tch! uh.”

[outro:]

beer, frat, beer-pong. beer, frat, beer-pong
beer, frat, beer-pong. beer, frat, beer-pong. x10

- matty twice

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