Listen to Just the 2 of Us (feat. ABM Flexx 90) by MIME

Just the 2 of Us (feat. ABM Flexx 90)

MIME

Hip-Hop/Rap

Lyrics

All I need is the two of us Brick of ice in a newer truck Pullin' up let them see us stunt If a nigga hate let them see my gun Dinner dates them shits cool with me But I be popping beans at least two or three So I'm probably geeked I keep a tool on me It's like fuck the world if it's you and me I got make it I been stressing 'bout it Where you been I'm only pressed about it You my only friend I feel less without ya Know I'm reckless 'bout ya Get to stepping' bout it See I got options But that pussy toxic and that head sloppy and that ass phat I think about it Having flashbacks So when we kicking back I still can't relax Heart broke I'm getting feelings back I'm in these streets and I be in the trap Tryna get away so I don't get attached My brother gone I can't get him back My mind gone and my soul trapped And I be eating ass I hope you in to that I'm on go, I can't move slow I be living fast like I'm in a Scat Me and you If I hit some licks, can you stash a brick? Can you make a move? Swear the two of us We can fuck them up And we don't need a crew We can rob the plug You can set them up and I'll sell his food We can fight or fuck Just don't fuck me up See I been hurt enough And I don't play with feeling If you play with mines imma fuck you up See I play with pistols Niggas really dying where I'm coming from We can run it up and then really slide Is we gone be together? Sunshine or the coldest weather We go back like Coogi sweaters Girl I'll buy you diamonds cuz that pussy pressure Pick you up in that newer truck It's a Dolo vibe just the two of us Buckle up but keep a pistol tucked I'm a hood nigga so I hang with thugs Pack slow been stressing bout it we got ends you ain't pressed about it Call your friends and you text about it 'Cuz my attention you want undivided That lil dress I'm take you out it You don't fake about it You gone take dick You gone ride it like a space ship So a day trip girl it ain't shit Brown liquor you gone pour it back Ass fat you gone throw it back Imma keep a gun like that shit attached We was under homes just to get it back Ya mind gone and your soul snatched It's mine forever can't get it back I'm on go, I can't move slow I be living fast like I'm running track Me and you If I hit some licks, can you stash a brick? Can you make a move? Swear the two of us We can fuck them up And we don't need a crew We can rob the plug You can set them up and I'll sell his food We can fight or fuck Just don't fuck me up See I been hurt enough And I don't play with feeling If you play with mines imma fuck you up See I play with pistols Niggas really dying where I'm coming from We can run it up and then really slide
Writer(s): Marshall Drayton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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