2 Seater (Keroro)

Smoking on gas and I know that you hear Bro put a beam on the Glock just to shoot better One nigga tried to finesse but I'm too clever Bag full of X's and O's like a love letter Bad little bitch for the streets, bro, you knew better If you knew better then, nigga, you'd do better Fuck on that blue-haired bitch, Hatsune Miku Walk in the mall and start thumbing through blues (Hello) Yeah (Beep) Ah (Yeah) Ah (Yeah) Ah (Ah) Yeah (Ooh) Yeah (Ooh) Yeah, yeah, yeah Ah (Yeah) Ah (Yeah) Yeah, she on my dick 'cause she know I'm a go-getter I fuck her once and then I let the bros hit her She suck me up like vacuum cleaner She suck me up, your bitch a Soul Eater I hit that ho out the park, Derek Jeter I pour the Hi-Tech inside of a two-liter I'm pulling up on your bitch in a two-seater I really want that lil' bitch but I don't need her How the fuck you fall in love with a broke nigga? Why the fuck she tell her friends that I go with her? I'm smoking gas to the face but won't smoke with her She post a pic on the 'Gram, had to pose with her Can't fuck with these niggas, these niggas is weird Pillow talking, putting bugs in her ear I cannot die broke, that's my only fear Smoking on gas and I know that you hear Bro put a beam on the Glock just to shoot better One nigga tried to finesse but I'm too clever Bag full of X's and O's like a love letter Bad little bitch for the streets, bro, you knew better If you knew better then, nigga, you'd do better Fuck on that blue-haired bitch, Hatsune Miku Walk in the mall and start thumbing through blues Too many bitches, don't know who to choose She know Hi-C is a radical dude Diamonds on me come in so many hues That's why I'm red 'cause I'm not in the mood I'm not enough, pouring red in the juice I'm pulling off getting head in the coupe I paint her face like I'm playing Splatoon I pop a bean 'cause it give me a boost Smoke light green like Keroro Got bad hoes on my camera phone Racks on racks, got hoes on hoes Walk in the mall, got rows on rows (Okay) Your bitch weak in the knees, D Rose Spilt the Hi-Tech on my BAPE camo Hi-C the one, bitch, I suppose Nigga know how I rock and roll Yeah (Beep), yeah (Ah) Yeah (Yeah), ah (Ah, hello) Yeah, yeah Ah (Beep) Yeah, she on my dick 'cause she know I'm a go-getter (Beep) I fuck her once and then I let the bros hit her (Beep) She suck me up like vacuum cleaner (Beep) She suck me up, your bitch a Soul Eater I hit that ho out the park, Derek Jeter I pour the Hi-Tech inside of a two-liter (Beep) I'm pulling up on your bitch in a two-seater I really want that lil' bitch but I don't need her How the fuck you fall in love with a broke nigga? Why the fuck she tell her friends that I go with her? I'm smoking gas to the face but won't smoke with her (Beep) She post a pic on the 'Gram, had to pose with her (Beep) Can't fuck with these niggas, these niggas is weird (Beep) Pillow talking, putting bugs in her ear (Beep) I cannot die broke, that's my only fear (Beep) Beep, beep Beep (Blood, darkness, come unto me)