2'CY
2'CY

Kodak Black - 2'CY Lyrics

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2'CY Lyrics

Take a bump of this toosie, toosie
Take a bump of this toosie, then baby, let's go to Tootsies

Take a bump of this toosie, then baby, let's go to Tootsies
Can't you see how powerful we are together, bitch
I just hope when you go on in your new home, it's a tombstone
Hopefully them niggas be fuckin' with Santa, okay

You are cute in the face, but you ain't Latin cut
Then I do a one-on-one, surviving while we killin' each other down
And put Santa on the dot, sober, takin' flights when I roll over
Told the paper girl, you shoulda lied for crime
Our shooters on the red, jewelry in the fridge
Baby, let me get a glitch, your glitches make me itch
Now I'm glitchin' and itchin', I'm glitchin' and itchin'
Now I'm stackin' and stickin', it's 'bout five in the mornin'
I'm still slidin' and rollin', I'm still slidin' and rollin'
You still slidin' and rollin', you can get high if you want it
You can die if you want it
Better understand me clear, I'm not tryin' to take you there
It's a nightmare, very scared, better protect your medicine
And the baby never came in there, and I didn't raise the skirt
Bet he ain't never seen a baby that hurt, that time a fucker say baby that hurt
Face the rock, I'll take it, get many bitches, anything
Better understand me clear, better understand me clear
Better understand me clear, pay that gold a register
You better put your safety first, pennies, lenders, cages first
Cold, need a sticker like Memphis, sir, but my daughter got baby burps
I wake up, get faded first, say my prayer, then take a Perc'
Hey, that gold a register, you better put your safety first
Swayin' this bitch like Capybara, pennies, lenders, and cages first
Cold, need a sticker like Memphis, sir, hey, that gold a register
Ooh, lil' baby done became a nurse, I'm hot in the rapier skirt

Take a hit in this two-seater then baby, let's go to Tootsies
'Til the morning sun
Let's get faded, baby, Boosie, these niggas really Gucci
Let me show you something

Ooh Mulsanne, baby blue, swing that stick like Vaporube
That's my Australian boo, jump on that dick like kangaroo
None of you niggas can't beat me, I know it
Talk without walkin', you can't without showin' it
I don't understand you, boo, I'm not understandable
I'm gon' make my Uzi clap, swervin' the vert, doin' two and a half
I ain't gon' lie to that coochie 'bout, fuck lil' bitch in a boot drop
Hit her one time, then do a collab, I don't be tryna be rude
But facts, why you on the internet doin' that?
I done got all your shooters smacked
She ain't tryna let me hit too quick, I don't understand this bitch
They don't want that self-control, they can't understand this shit
She ain't tryna let me hit too quick, it ain't that mean that she a keeper
Bitch, I don't give that pussy the name, bitch, I want it the more I do

You see then, baby, let's go to Tootsies
See how powerful we are together, baby
I just hope that you won't leave your new home as a tombstone
Or if any of them niggas you fuckin' with send a bouquet

Writer(s): Bill Kahan Kapri, Dmitriy Balashov
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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