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letra de 1, 2 - yasseen

[intro: vilo]
on dead dogs lila’s on this track n!gga

[chorus: ill91]
1, 2 bros
and i got 1, 2 ho’s
callin’ up all my foes
i gotta let them know
they see me outta town
know that we got them rounds
shootin’ up all them clowns
b-tch’ll get you out of bounds
[verse 1: ill91]
(f-ck!)
ballin’ so hard like a maverick
young people stay true to me i’m a maverick (yuh)
everything i say is gon’ need an asterisk
slide to my friends like it’s a bad habit
meetin’ a gemini (steve lacy)
sh-t’s everlasting
roddy ricch i’ma need high fashion
clock out, everyday i’m cashin’ (bang!)
f-ck with me get to bashin’

[verse 2: ill91]
i go away for 3 days
you won’t look at me the same
we’re going our separate ways
and i just want you to stay
smokin’ on you like a pack
don’t do drugs i don’t do that
hold up while i get my mags
some sh-t you wouldn’t know that

i’m keeping you in thе past
know that with you i won’t last
go so fast i’ma hit the dash
drain another one likе i’m steve nash
come on over have a blast
you still not, callin’ me back
meanwhile i’ll stack up racks
i’m climbin’ up, while you lack
[bridge: ill91]
that sitch will never come back
that b-tch will never come back, woah
that boy will never bounce back
that girl will never snap back (yo)

[chorus: ill91]
1, 2 bros (what?)
and i got 1, 2 ho’s (what?)
callin’ up all my foes
i gotta let them know
they see me outta town
know that we got them rounds
shootin’ up all them clowns
b-tch’ll get you out of bounds

[verse 3: lila!]
(yeah!)
i remember when i didn’t have it (have it)
no money couldn’t buy a new patek (patek)
these ho’s they be actin’ real static (static)
hoppin’ on me acrobatic (yeah!)
new flows but a b-tch couldn’t rap it (rap it)
bandit on this d-ck she a savage (savage)
talkin’ all this sh-t not about it (yeah)
hollows hit his body, make a passage (passage)
said she found a new mans
we boom him that’s the plan
and these b-tches they just fans
(they just what!?)
my opps gon’ see me prevail
but they wanna see me fail
we gon’ make him say a prayer
point it up and make him bail
bullets feel him like braille

send him away like he mail
can’t find me don’t leave no trail
that little boy be movin’ like a snail
pull up on me we send him to h-ll
that b-tch be as big as a whale
choppa hit his body, makin’ him flail
bad little b-tch yeah i’m makin’ her squeal
send me to jannah we makin’ a deal (yo)

[bridge 2: lila!]
pack you up undercover like seal
you gon’ get no appeal
down half court and i’m makin’ that steal
he on the highlight reel (d-mn)
1, 2 opps and we makin ’em bleed
drive by up the beam
4×4 he runnin’ for the team
bullets gon send him to sleep

[chorus: ill91]
1, 2 bros (yeah)
and i got 1, 2 ho’s (yeah)
callin’ up all my foes
i gotta let them know
they see me outta town
know that we got them rounds
shootin’ up all them clowns
b-tch’ll get you out of bounds

- yasseen

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