- Two Step (feat. King Fantastic) 歌詞 Murs
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- Murs Two Step (feat. King Fantastic) 歌詞
- Murs
- I always knew life could be super short
Ever since they busted out the super sport
Brevity levity bitter I could never be
Young for a nigga born in the late seventies
Heavenly my wife cause she loves me in spite
Of all the crazy shit I be saying when we fight
Shout a kite to my nigga locked up now reece home
Making music for the kids bitch we grown
Put your phone down look me in the eye
Or you can talk that shit to another guy
I swear to god I would kick you in the button fly
And jump up and down on your skull til you f**king die
Yall probably want to dance so ignore me
That club life aint ever been for me
You basic bitches just bore me
If I got to buy you a drink you cant afford me
Gun shots on a good day
No ski masks thats the hood way
Little kids wishing that they could play
Looking for a hook or something jay-z would say
I got two shots left in my 22 two step
Two shots left in my 22 two step
Two shots left in my 22 two step
Two shots left in my 22 two step
Deuce-deuce in my tennis shoe
Hood nigga brought a burner to the interview
Might catch a beef on the bus home
Tell them gang-bang bullies get the f**k gone
In my zone with a brand new playlist
Walked right past my ex didnt say shit
Then I changed my mind like ayye bitch
Tell your new boyfriend he cant fade this
Spent my last check on some new kicks
The rest at the movies on my new chick
I got fired on some bullshit
Snitch f**k-boy that I never shouldve fooled with
And I aint ever wrote a résumé
But I had my cousin make me one yesterday
I need more hours and some better pay
Back when I was hustling that was something I would never say
Gun shots on a good day
No ski masks thats the hood way
Little kids wishing that they could play
Looking for a hook or something jay-z would say
I got two shots left in my 22 two step
Two shots left in my 22 two step
Two shots left in my 22 two step
Two shots left in my 22 two step
Ten toes down nineteen seventy-nine
Southern california dummy repping heavy with mine
These motherf**king actors are not odd to a factor
Killer reece one is a cold black bastard
No master no father I raise me crazy
A nigga clean it up when I had a couple babies
Well maybe just maybe you get the 08 me
Fresh out the county feeling crazy
No beers in eight months feeling turnt dont play me
I used to be a mess my nigga
Only thing could kill me was stress my nigga
Had to give that shit a rest my nigga
I just did a couple years none left my nigga
I cant do another stretch my nigga
So its either shut it down or its death my nigga
Gun shots on a good day
No ski masks thats the hood way
Little kids wishing that they could play
Looking for a hook or something jay-z would say
I got two shots left in my 22 two step
Two shots left in my 22 two step
Two shots left in my 22 two step
Two shots left in my 22 two step
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