2Night ft. Valensi Lyrics

(Yeah)

(What!)

Uh slidin' on that hoe, yeah she match my vibe

Cowgirl yeah she rode it, (yuh) wanna get fried (yeah)

Always keep it close, like knots, we tied (yuh)

Lensi got that chrome, jump him let it fly (hold up)

Jump him let it fly, jump him let it fly

Jump him let it fly, (what!) jump him let it fly

(yuh, yuh)

Junkies on my line, sleeping with my nine

She a dumb hoe 2Night

Throw some cash on that bitch, (yeah) shake your ass in this bitch

Jump his ass if he switch on me, (yeah) I'ma jump his ass if he snitch (yuh)

Lotta vibes in my motion, pour that lean, pour that potion

Yeah, my necklace really frozen, better leave that pussy swollen

Yo, I show love for my bros, don't show love for a hoe like (woah)

Fuck her then she gotta go, ain't no time for a hoe like (yo)

She be sniffing on the snow, do three lines in a row like (woah)

We on all of these drugs, going dumb on the low like (yo)

Bitch, I'm high off a four, I be flying UFO like (yuh)

Turn a 50 to a 100, I be flipping all the dough like (woah)

Spend a bag on a fit, dripping Louis head to toe like (yuh)

Bout a 100 for a show, throw a 100 on a hoe like

Uh slidin' on that hoe, yeah she match my vibe

Cowgirl yeah she rode it, (yuh) wanna get fried (yeah)

Always keep it close, like knots, we tied (yuh)

Lensi got that chrome, jump him let it fly (hold up)

Jump him let it fly, jump him let it fly

Jump him let it fly, (what!) jump him let it fly

(yuh, yuh)

Junkies on my line, sleeping with my nine

She a dumb hoe 2Night

Gun shots, yeah, it sound like a motherfuckin' war zone (yeah)

Live by the hour, we shot tequila with Carlos (shots, shots)

Bring out the, bring out the money if she got a problem (yeah, shawty gon fuck)

Moving like this is one thing that you can't do (yeah)

(Yuh), He tryna press on me, but I'm used to pushing weight, this nun I can't handle

Lay low, sport mode, driving solo, smell the inside, it's brand new

Me and my friends, too cold, we catching the flu, Bless you

I lost out about a jackpot, but bitch, you will never see me gamble

You hear about us in 2027, three years, we will be new news

Shawty match my vibe, yeah, inviting her to my bedroom

Popping a cherry, I feel like I'm Pac-Man, chased by the ghosts of my dead kids

I'm outta sight and I'm stepping, like bigfoot

(Buah)