Top Songs By 2Rare
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
2Rare
Vocals
NLE Choppa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
Herby Azor
Songwriter
Jonathan B White
Songwriter
NASEEM YOUNG
Songwriter
Rav Davies
Songwriter
Zach Cassell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zach Cassell
Producer
A Lau
Producer
Garrett Corbran
Recording Engineer
Jumbo Sounds
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Ooh, baby, baby, baby, baby
Ooh, baby, baby, baby, baby
Ooh, baby, baby, baby, baby
Don't hide, come outside
Run up his block like full court
You gon' see who can shoot for sure (ah, ah)
They hidin', they can't take it
Don't look down, we up the score
Sendin' that nigga to his Lord
We got Ms and Ks like Michael Kors
It's about to get real bad here
They blackin' out they gettin' sore
Don't push it (push), push it, push it (aah), push it
Don't push it, push it, push it, push it
And these niggas pussies, pussies, pussies, pussies
They pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy (aah)
Ahh, niggas pussies
Think they got coochies
I am a bullet, I'ma dawg, niggas sneaky
You know I've been on these niggas heads like waves, fuck a dewey
Wait for, I'm tryna kick you niggas like saga, it go sewey
Run up just test your luck, they treat them G locks
It's like pimples, they gon' bust
Don't fall, don't run
Don't hide, come outside
Don't push it (push), push it, push it (aah), push it
Don't push it, push it, push it, push it
And these niggas pussies, pussies, pussies, pussies
They pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy (aah)
Put my dick in her then I pull her clothes
Bring yo' friend with you, know I do the most, bag 'em both
When you come from where I come from, nigga, you will brag too
Zip 'em up quick, what the bag do?
They can't even find that last dude
Or the last man, he a good strand
Do my murder dance, we murk man
Make her give me head like a turban
Love when she two-hand jerked me
You look better when you be slurpin'
Cum on the face, got her smirkin'
Get behind her and then pop, pop, pop, pop, until it start hurtin'
Tryna put the dick in your cervix, give my nut, thank you for your service
Yo' Uber closer, she wanna date
When I came, so I ain't on your back, I paint when I bend over
T1, we gon' take him, shake him, bake him like he a fuckin' cake or sum'
Put a Percocet in her booty hole, fuckin' me like a demon, huh?
My dick got a fiend in that dirty bitch, I'ma clean her out
These nips a nigga but a Crip with me from the project
Bad bitch with me look like Cardi B
I shoot a nigga if he Offset me, oops, I mean upset me
Please, watch how quick I make you bleed
Pop, made a nigga bleed, hand hit me up, now he bleedin' out
Push it, but, miss it
Know we blow shit down like a whoopee cushion
Don't push it (push), push it, push it (aah), push it
Don't push it, push it, push it, push it
And these niggas pussies, pussies, pussies, pussies
They pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy (aah)
Ooh, baby, baby, baby, baby
Ooh, baby, baby, baby, baby
Writer(s): Bryson Potts, Herby Azor, Jonathan B White, Naseem Young, Rav Davies, Zach Cassell
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