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23 of Us (feat. Lil Hungry) Video (MV)




Performed By: EBKSoto
Language: English
Length: 2:49
Written by: Alan Soto




EBKSoto - 23 of Us (feat. Lil Hungry) Lyrics




Just the two of us, me and this Glock tryna make something happen
Put 40 shells inside this 50, this bitch do magic I disappear for two weeks or more, that mean
That skit was tragic

This bitch pussy high mileage, she always cut off the traction
He ain't really tryna funk with gang, he just A pill head

We look for love, no time for tears, that's what Bill said
Big niggas, somebody lead me to the guy Who build beds
Giving ass with big bitch, I'm tryna tilt heads

I can see the crystal rain drops fall, but This ain't news castin' Loose leaf pack hanging out my beanie, this that new fashion

You will not get nowhere with your craft if you gon' do it average
Put a switch on the blink, I'm tryna whoop Some ass cheeks
This the life I chose, I love my pops, but I'm an angry bastard

I know my worths, I need two M's, bitch, I own my masters 223s flying everywhere, came out three gel blasters
I'ma be about fresh as hell if the feds watchin
Pushed up on that nigga, left him stanky like some eggs was rotten

Yo, bitch, always slap my music, her head be noddin
Nigga text me, let's play, hold on, look, I said Nigga text me, let's play basketball, I told him, let's play soccer

Flexin' 20 ball around me, you finna meet the flockers

This bitch been bustin' barebacks, she need to meet the doctor
Feast lost her cool points with me, a nigga had to doctor

Sent her brother to whip my ass, now he at the doctor's

Ayy, bitch, yeah, he at the doctor's Sent her brother to whip my ass, now he at The doctor's

Try and throw a fast one on me, I swing like The Dodgers

Said she know all about me, yeah, the bitch a stalker

She don't know what time I be on, like I'm a robber
I just broke the bitch off, now she slappin' Summer walker

Keep 223's up in that chop like speaker knockers
Gotta 8 of wok outta granny, man, f*ck the doctors

Pour it by the two, sip Waukesha like it's water Almost fell asleep behind the wheel, don't crash out like Paul walker

Need a band for every show I play, I ain't work for offers
If you buggin' off my shit, we gon' send you to the oppers

223's in my waist , we split you like a otter One shot to the dome, now that boy f*ckin' goner

I ain't gon' say shit, cause I plead the fifth Your honor, should've stayed your ass at home, cause now you over yonder

Just the two of us, bitch, you know I keep two poles
I ain't worry bout shit, cause I really drop the load

If you try and talk shit, then I have to tag a toe
Momma im sorry I chose this life, but I really love the dough
F*ck a pretty bitch, all I really want is smoke
Better give me all you got, cause I'm really bout my cho

If she ain't bring no work, then I turn her to a hoe
Make her go and walk the blade, baby, go and touch your toes

Drop a pin on the opps who really want the smoke If I pull up to your crib, I might have to kick a doe

Like my first name, Diego, all I do is f*ckin' go
I'm a two-time defender, baby, all I tote is poles

Love to play with guns, cause I love the smell of smoke
If it ain't about no money, I might have to hit the road
Just keep on bustin' knocks, still ain't even changed my clothes
Just the two of us, bitch, we headed for that gold
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Just the two of us, me and this Glock tryna make something happen
Put 40 shells inside this 50, this bitch do magic I disappear for two weeks or more, that mean
That skit was tragic

This bitch pussy high mileage, she always cut off the traction
He ain't really tryna funk with gang, he just A pill head

We look for love, no time for tears, that's what Bill said
Big niggas, somebody lead me to the guy Who build beds
Giving ass with big bitch, I'm tryna tilt heads

I can see the crystal rain drops fall, but This ain't news castin' Loose leaf pack hanging out my beanie, this that new fashion

You will not get nowhere with your craft if you gon' do it average
Put a switch on the blink, I'm tryna whoop Some ass cheeks
This the life I chose, I love my pops, but I'm an angry bastard

I know my worths, I need two M's, bitch, I own my masters 223s flying everywhere, came out three gel blasters
I'ma be about fresh as hell if the feds watchin
Pushed up on that nigga, left him stanky like some eggs was rotten

Yo, bitch, always slap my music, her head be noddin
Nigga text me, let's play, hold on, look, I said Nigga text me, let's play basketball, I told him, let's play soccer

Flexin' 20 ball around me, you finna meet the flockers

This bitch been bustin' barebacks, she need to meet the doctor
Feast lost her cool points with me, a nigga had to doctor

Sent her brother to whip my ass, now he at the doctor's

Ayy, bitch, yeah, he at the doctor's Sent her brother to whip my ass, now he at The doctor's

Try and throw a fast one on me, I swing like The Dodgers

Said she know all about me, yeah, the bitch a stalker

She don't know what time I be on, like I'm a robber
I just broke the bitch off, now she slappin' Summer walker

Keep 223's up in that chop like speaker knockers
Gotta 8 of wok outta granny, man, f*ck the doctors

Pour it by the two, sip Waukesha like it's water Almost fell asleep behind the wheel, don't crash out like Paul walker

Need a band for every show I play, I ain't work for offers
If you buggin' off my shit, we gon' send you to the oppers

223's in my waist , we split you like a otter One shot to the dome, now that boy f*ckin' goner

I ain't gon' say shit, cause I plead the fifth Your honor, should've stayed your ass at home, cause now you over yonder

Just the two of us, bitch, you know I keep two poles
I ain't worry bout shit, cause I really drop the load

If you try and talk shit, then I have to tag a toe
Momma im sorry I chose this life, but I really love the dough
F*ck a pretty bitch, all I really want is smoke
Better give me all you got, cause I'm really bout my cho

If she ain't bring no work, then I turn her to a hoe
Make her go and walk the blade, baby, go and touch your toes

Drop a pin on the opps who really want the smoke If I pull up to your crib, I might have to kick a doe

Like my first name, Diego, all I do is f*ckin' go
I'm a two-time defender, baby, all I tote is poles

Love to play with guns, cause I love the smell of smoke
If it ain't about no money, I might have to hit the road
Just keep on bustin' knocks, still ain't even changed my clothes
Just the two of us, bitch, we headed for that gold
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Writer: Alan Soto
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