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(I need it in twos, I need it in twos) I need it in twos and, no, I don't know none I ride with this pretty little nina, I stay tryna poke some And I got yo' main bitch with me, she stay tryna throw some Said she got the finest brain, I told that lil' bitch, "Baby, come and let me know some" I need it in two-two-twos and, no, I don't know none I ride with this pretty little nina, I stay tryna poke some And I got yo' main bitch with me, she stay tryna throw some Said she got the finest brain, I told that lil' bitch, "Baby, come and let me know some" Bitch, stop calling my phone, please get off my ass I'm working with Ben Franklin, he gon' meet me in my bag (in my bag) I hit the pedal, stomp that bitch and do the dash Left-right, left-right, left-right, shit, I almost fucking crashed I'm out here by myself with a block like a piñata I've got that stanky shit, this dope'll make you feel a Rasta Got the bread and broke it off for all my brothers, eat pasta I got this lil' bitch, she a freak, but out in public she proper And they're like, "Who's that cruising in the Bentley?" No second hands, Balmains be held up by the Fendi How you flexing and he did it accidentally? That's JR-double 07, never dently I need it in twos and, no, I don't know none I ride with this pretty little nina, I stay tryna poke some And I got yo' main bitch with me, she stay tryna throw some Said she got the finest brain, I told that lil' bitch, "Baby, come and let me know some" I need it in two-two-twos and, no, I don't know none I ride with this pretty little nina, I stay tryna poke some And I got yo' main bitch with me, she stay tryna throw some Said she got the finest brain, I told that lil' bitch, "Baby, come and let me know some" Laughing out loud, like this shit another jokey-joke Bitch, I hang with niggas that ain't really good with okey-dokes I'm flexing with yo' money up in public, it's a goofy poke I got it with me, ain't no pulling out, I'm shooting right through the coat Smoking dope and sipping drank, handshakes, we still drop the rakes And I'm still in Tony Mob so it's forever fuck a saint A couple bitches at our party started busting 'cause our name I really want the Benjis, if it comes then I'll take the fame I am not YFN Lucci, so don't think this shit a game Switching lanes, I sip codeine while smoking on this gasoline My phone doing numbers, trap house bouncing like a trampoline Trap house bouncing like a trampoline I need it in twos and, no, I don't know none I ride with this pretty little nina, I stay tryna poke some And I got yo' main bitch with me, she stay tryna throw some Said she got the finest brain, I told that lil' bitch, "Baby, come and let me know some" I need it in two-two-twos and, no, I don't know none I ride with this pretty little nina, I stay tryna poke some And I got yo' main bitch with me, she stay tryna throw some Said she got the finest brain, I told that lil' bitch, "Baby, come and let me know some"
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