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2 On ( feat. Brooke Candy)

Give me all that you got now

Make you want me cause I'm hot now

I'm gone, so faded I'm on one

Bang bang, pop off like a long gunIf you a lame, nigga you ain't making no noise

Get faded, turn up with the big boys

Live fast, die young that's my choice

Get money, get money like an invoiceWe can mob all in the whip (make the money)

Make the money make a grip (I be stuntin')

I be stuntin' with my clique(gettin' faded)

Getting faded 'till we trip (oh)Man, I love to get on

I love to get 2 on

When the drink be too strong

When the tree be way too strong

Get faded, turn up, bruh

Pour it on up 'till I can't even think no more

Get ratchet, go dumb then go more dumb then

We can keep it lit, let's roll

I love to get 2 on

Let's roll

I love to get 2 on

I love to let's roll

I love to get 2 on

Let's roll

I love to get 2 on

I love 2, let's rollYea we can get active

And all,

My bitches attractive

We go

You know who we are now

Get high

Hotbox in my car nowIf you a lame, nigga you ain't making no noise

Get faded, turn up with the big boys

Live fast, die young that's my choice

Get money, get money like an invoiceWe can mob all in the whip (make the money)

Make the money make a grip (I be stuntin')

I be stuntin' with my clique(gettin' faded)

Getting faded 'till we trip (oh)Man, I love to get on

I love to get 2 on

When the drink be too strong

When the tree be way too strong

Get faded, turn up, bruh

Pour it on up 'till I can't even think no more

Get ratchet, go dumb then go more dumb then

We can keep it lit, let's roll

I love to get 2 on (I love it)

Let's roll

I love to get 2 on (I love it)

I love to, let's rollUh, pull your panties down from under you

Beat that pussy up, make you wanna holla Q

Drunk in a bitch, high on that Mary Jane

Pussy in my mouth, pussy on my pinky ring

Nasty, baby me do it in the backseat

Swear this marijuana keep it cracking

Lights, camera, action

I ain't doing nothing 'til the cash

Money, money, money, weed, fashion

Draped up and dripped out, keep the trees passing

Girl toot that thing up, fuck me, fuck rapping

Days of our lives so clap, clap that cake

Spreading your thighs I pump, pump your brakes, ayJust give me the trees and we can smoke it ya

Just give me the drink and we can pour it ya

And my enemies, they see me living now

And if you roll with me, then you'll be winning now, ohMan, I love to get on

I love to get 2 on

When the drink be too strong

When the tree be way too strong

Get faded, turn up, bruh

Pour it on up 'till I can't even think no more

Get ratchet, go dumb then go more dumb then

We can keep it lit, let's roll

I love to get 2 on (I love it)

Let's roll

I love to get 2 on (I love it)

I love to, let's roll

Songwriters

ASKIA FOUTAIN, TINASHE FEAT SCHOOLBOY QPublished by

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