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letra de 2 tuff - zo & g honcho

2 tuff lyrics
[verse 1: zo]
yeah
it’s all comin’ back to me
pass me the tree like we family
mind over power, together a masterpiece
squad full of k!llas, i’m loading a faculty
get in the whip and i skrrt off
bad b-tches posted downtown and they takin’ their shirt off
puffin’ gelato that’s purple
gotta stay strapped it could k!ll you, it’s proven she fertile
brodies want pizza, we turtles
we put all the cheese in a circle and split it like curfew
that b-tch is so bad, but she lurkin’
she lookin’ like saweetie without all the birkins
we went to the room without flirting
she just want d-ck, that’s for certain
rich s-x, please close the curtains
my diamonds is hurting, yeah that’s what she told me
and usually i listen, but that is the old me
i told her to bite on my rollie
my presence is golden
she honest, she gave me the box as a token
i only f-ck baddies, no ‘ronas
no cap man, we locked and loaded
i tell ’em to get it, we goin’
this sh-t for real, ain’t no showing
sippin’ on potion, but puffin’ on potent
moneys and b-tches is keeping me focused
i walk out in summertime, look like it’s snowing
i got the motherf-cking recipe
n-ggas talkin’ sh-t but i swear they never step to me
big dog, got a different pedigree
when i bark, i bite so watch how you petting me
i’m serious
f-cking on her friend, now she curious
cars on my lot, all fast and we furious
all about my commas and my b-tch said “period”
n-ggas talkin’ sh-t, but i swear we never hearing it
gone
[verse 2: g honcho]
zo2, tell these n-ggas how we ain’t playin’ when we come in these booths, man
i’m tired of playin’ with n-ggas when we come in here, man
look at the sh-t i get into
b-tch i go stupid, go mental
swear this b-tch not beneficial
stripes on me been too official
i pull out and bust on her dimples
send her home saying she miss you
i head back home with my pistol
that’s why i can’t trust you
stop at a red light, i bust sh-t
it don’t even change how we cut ya
this n-gga leaking, oh mane
high out my mind, out my brain
this dude was chasin’ the fame
she wasn’t sh-t, she a lame
my n-gga [?] now she tamed
it’s crazy how they bite the game
chew it and spit out my name
that brain stupid, insane
love on my b-tch and she drippin’ and trippin’ and sippin’
i do what i please when i’m hittin’
i quit it
she get the chills from the ice on my wrist
rollie tick-tick, i just boomed on her lips
i wanna f-ck baby, don’t do no kissing
bon apetite, baby suck it, i hit it
pipe down like i meant it
screaming my name like she taking attendance
talking my sh-t i ain’t sorry, i’m not
i’m in the spot and it’s tucked, give a f-ck if it’s hot
stay out my way or we bl!ckin’ at us
zo [?]

- zo g honcho

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