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letra de 2 am - meektimmy

meek timmy – 2 am

it’s 2am my broski up whip that pot
yeah we trap in the kitchen
og told me youngin gotta keep a glock
yeah can’t loose nothing
told this b-tch you can’t speak up in my house
cuz your words mean nothing
f-ck your crew i roll em up in my blunt
cuz you can’t do nothing
b-tch ass n-gga me and crew f-cked ur b-tch cuz u can’t do nothing
she obsessed with my motherf-cking scent
she’ll do anything to f-ck me
i don’t know why these n-ggas reachin out they hands
they ain’t never gave me nothing
we was young take n dashin’ out the store
they ain’t never catch us runnin

verse 1
come through the back door
they told me i can’t so i want more
they told me don’t trap and i trap again
they told me don’t rap and i rap again
i can’t mention some of my n-ggas in all of my songs cuz they still trafficking
they pull up in hoodies they masked up (uh!)
bet he gone strike again
that b-tch ain’t raising no funds
i stick em up with my gun
streets be cold but these n-ggas trappin
truth be told i ain’t never cappin
all this money got my denim packin’
yeah you want me gotta put the work in
touch my bro you get duppy duppy
on the road we getting money money
verse 2
bad b-tch on me and her titties twerking
she suck me up like a f-ckin serpant
bro around gotta close the curtain
hoodie on gotta do this perfect
free the thugs free my broski reckless
moving drugs while i’m really hurting
demons pon me and i pop a perky
making money i can buy a birkin
in the store i got they attention
getting wine from the sales person
hit the blunt put another verse in
moving packs up on christmas eve
feel like santa how i serve the feins
that’s my plug he from culiacan
with my friends but i’m truly alone
reach for my chain broke n-gga you gone

hook
it’s 2am my broski up whip that pot
yeah we trap in the kitchen
og told me youngin gotta keep a glock
yeah can’t loose nothing
told this b-tch you can’t speak up in my house
cuz your words mean nothing
f-ck your crew i roll em up in my blunt
cuz you can’t do nothing
b-tch ass n-gga me and crew f-cked ur b-tch cuz u can’t do nothing
she obsessed with my motherf-cking scent
she’ll do anything to f-ck me
i don’t know why these n-ggas reachin out they hands
they ain’t never gave me nothing
we was young take n dashin’ out the store
they ain’t never catch us runnin

- meektimmy

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