2 b*tches (Danny Glover) lyrics

by

Tyga


[Intro]
Thugger Thugger
Thugger
Stoner Life, YSL
(808 Mafia)

[Chorus]
Okay, cool, okay, bool, I love her
I'ma save her, yes, like Danny Glover
I'ma call my papi for her, f*ck the mother
I pass them a molly, now they kiss each-other (Hot)
Every time I f*ck I gotta hit me least like two b*tches
Boy, that dope been whipped, you need like new wrists
Foreign car outside, that b*tch got two digits
Money stand like eight feet just like two midgets

[Verse 1]
Who the f*ck told you that Young Thugger Thugger don't f*ck up the beat?
I got six cars, and I also got rentals, and all of 'em tinted
No, I'm not Nipsey, not from L.A., but I got keys to the city
I f*ck it, I suck it, I beat it down, then she beat me to the ceiling
Stoner my lifestyle
I'm livin' too wild
I came to make you proud
That money keep her around
In love with her head, I can't turn it down
Can't wait for my time to come back around
She see that you don't got Lil Haiti's style
Plus I just seen Snoop on Girls Gone Wild
I just bought a Bentley and a b*tch came with it
Young rich n*gga hittin' million dollar licks
Balling in New York like a motherf*cking Knick
You better have them racks, you ever want to hear me spit
And everywhere I go I gotta pass like the staff
I'm goin' off top like a motherf*ckin' lay up
357, six shots like Al
I left ten bands in a motherf*ckin' cab
[Chorus]
Okay, cool, okay, bool, I love her
I'ma save her, yes, like Danny Glover
I'ma call my papi for her, f*ck the mother
I pass them a molly, now they kiss each-other (Hot)
Every time I f*ck I gotta hit me least like two b*tches
Boy, that dope been whipped, you need like new wrists
Foreign car outside, that b*tch got two digits
Money stand like eight feet just like two midgets

[Verse 2]
I knew I was gonna run my money up and everybody didn't
All these n*ggas pus*y n*ggas, tellin' on they partner
Hope the pus*y n*gga get a bigger sentence
pus*y n*gga play, I'm coming back with the K
And I'ma shoot that motherf*cker 'til he livid
b*tches wanna see a n*gga thumb through it fast
I'ma name myself Young Thug Attendant
Hundred bands at a time I fronted you bags, but you
I don't like using profanity, but the Young Thugger will cut you
All of my cups are muddy I f*ck my b*tches' buddies
I just want nut like Buddy, all of my b*tches buddies
Panamera with the tinted roof
All the n*ggas dogs goin', "Roof"
Top notch shawty, n*gga ring came with karats
Young n*gga rich, jewelry colder than the attic
If she ain't a virgin, then that b*tch is only average
I can't even hear ya, baby, get rid of the static
I can't learn a b*tch, but I learned mathematics
I just ball her down whenever she call my pattern
[Chorus]
Okay, cool, okay, bool, I love her
I'ma save her, yes, like Danny Glover
I'ma call my papi for her, f*ck the mother
I pass them a molly, now they kiss each-other (Hot)
Every time I f*ck I gotta hit me least like two b*tches
Boy, that dope been whipped, you need like new wrists
Foreign car outside, that b*tch got two digits
Money stand like eight feet just like two midgets
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