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2Man (feat. Ocm john) Video (MV)




Performed By: Luh Dom Archive
Language: English
Length: 2:35
Written by: Luh Dom, Ocm John




Luh Dom Archive - 2Man (feat. Ocm john) Lyrics
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Me and John, we back at it again
It's a two man, so come with your friend
We don't know him, he not comin' in
They bitin', I'm settin' a trend
I'm f*ckin' a bad ho' a ten outta ten
She came to my crib and she took off her pants
If you owe me, money, pay me in advance
Two fine hoes in the lobby, I told her I want her and her friend
I just got a choppa, it's time to go spin
How you totin' a gun, but you don't know the gen
Bitch, I'm crackin' the code, bitch, I'm hackin' the pin
Stop askin' for shit, cause you know I ain't lending it
All black, whip, lil bitch I be tinting it
Yo shit rented
Stop flexin' your chain, that weak-ass pendant
Yeah, we always winnin'
I get on my knees, God forgive me for sinnin
Yeah, this is the beginnin'
Huh, On the grind, no endin
Bitch, I'm countin' all these Benjamins (let's go!)
Just like Pilgrim's, we don't with Indians
I got this hellcat, I'm about to spin
No, I'm about to win, me and my twin
We locked and we back at it again
This ho' be a freak she ain't usin' no hands
This nigga, I just meant trust me
That's crazy
This ho' I just f*cked love me
At all
Walk down the trap and I'm towin' that glock
If a nigga play wrong then that nigga get dropped
Me and Luh Dom, we spinnin' they'
Me and Luh Dom, we spinnin they block
If a nigga push up, then that nigga get dropped
I got that za and bitch come shop
F*ck your dead homie, he inside that box, the coffin
Stopped rappin', I did it too often
I used to be poor, used to sip out the faucet
We f*ckin' your bitch, yeah, we runnin' a train
I pop me some Perkys I can't feel the pain,
You know you're not about it boy, stay in your lane
Stalking her lo yea she think I'm insane
Marry that bitch, Cartier ring
F*ckin' that bitch and I'm makin' her sing
He missin' them shots, he don't got good aim
She giving me top, she givin' me brain
Can't F*ck with my crew, can't f*ck with my gang
Can't be like me, nigga, you too lame
Got a cartier watch, I'm keepin' it plain
I'm smokin' that gas, but this not no propane
I'm a diesel, ass nigga, bitch, I'm feelin' like Bane
I'm feelin' like Bane, done got me a Coat
That nigga got asthma, he don't want that smoke
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Me and John, we back at it again
It's a two man, so come with your friend
We don't know him, he not comin' in
They bitin', I'm settin' a trend
I'm f*ckin' a bad ho' a ten outta ten
She came to my crib and she took off her pants
If you owe me, money, pay me in advance
Two fine hoes in the lobby, I told her I want her and her friend
I just got a choppa, it's time to go spin
How you totin' a gun, but you don't know the gen
Bitch, I'm crackin' the code, bitch, I'm hackin' the pin
Stop askin' for shit, cause you know I ain't lending it
All black, whip, lil bitch I be tinting it
Yo shit rented
Stop flexin' your chain, that weak-ass pendant
Yeah, we always winnin'
I get on my knees, God forgive me for sinnin
Yeah, this is the beginnin'
Huh, On the grind, no endin
Bitch, I'm countin' all these Benjamins (let's go!)
Just like Pilgrim's, we don't with Indians
I got this hellcat, I'm about to spin
No, I'm about to win, me and my twin
We locked and we back at it again
This ho' be a freak she ain't usin' no hands
This nigga, I just meant trust me
That's crazy
This ho' I just f*cked love me
At all
Walk down the trap and I'm towin' that glock
If a nigga play wrong then that nigga get dropped
Me and Luh Dom, we spinnin' they'
Me and Luh Dom, we spinnin they block
If a nigga push up, then that nigga get dropped
I got that za and bitch come shop
F*ck your dead homie, he inside that box, the coffin
Stopped rappin', I did it too often
I used to be poor, used to sip out the faucet
We f*ckin' your bitch, yeah, we runnin' a train
I pop me some Perkys I can't feel the pain,
You know you're not about it boy, stay in your lane
Stalking her lo yea she think I'm insane
Marry that bitch, Cartier ring
F*ckin' that bitch and I'm makin' her sing
He missin' them shots, he don't got good aim
She giving me top, she givin' me brain
Can't F*ck with my crew, can't f*ck with my gang
Can't be like me, nigga, you too lame
Got a cartier watch, I'm keepin' it plain
I'm smokin' that gas, but this not no propane
I'm a diesel, ass nigga, bitch, I'm feelin' like Bane
I'm feelin' like Bane, done got me a Coat
That nigga got asthma, he don't want that smoke
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Writer: Luh Dom, Ocm John
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