2:30
Title | 2:30 |
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Artist | Trick Trick |
Album | The Landlord |
Release Date | 2011-05-01 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Chorus] It's 2:30 in the morning, it ain't nothin' else to talk about So tell me, what you wanna know? Where you wanna go? Hey It's 2:30 in the morning, it ain't nothin' else to talk about So tell me, what you wanna smoke? And where you wanna go? Hey [Verse 1] The light's on (Light's on), while we still here All that day-talking, I don't care to hear It's meaningless, though it ain't to you All these hoes in this club, but I'ma wait for you I got some sour diesel, and some bubblegum A little orange in that fifty, tryna fuck with someone I ain't into waitin', 'cause I got plenty hoes I'm in that pearl white Bentley, on them twenty-fours So what's the word, huh? Tryna get into somethin' Punk ridin' the front of the elysium I see it all in yo eyes, you wanna give me some You want it all in yo face, so you can see me cum Touch it, there you go, ain't no playin' with it I'ma get it better than your ex man hit it Turn it over, back it up, hand full of hair Put your back down, ass in the air [Chorus] It's 2:30 in the morning, it ain't nothin' else to talk about So tell me, what you wanna know? Where you wanna go? Hey It's 2:30 in the morning, it ain't nothin' else to talk about So tell me, what you wanna smoke? And where you wanna go? Hey [Verse 2] It's three'o'clock, ready to eat, but I don't do the diners 'round here in the D, we go to Coney Island We in the drive-thru, she starin' at the diamonds She see the watch and start blowin' me, perfect timin' Her phone kept ringin', somebody's tryna find her He gotta wait his turn, I'ma about to get behind her She like the bitch from last night one, but this one finer I got the 68, but she want me to sixty-nine her I found the spots, and beat it up She done came twice, and I ain't had to eat it up It's like burnt rubber, when I heat it up Snatch the mag off, bitch eatin' the semen up Goddamn, what's yo name again? (Woo) Bitches don't keep they mouth shut, she gon' tell her friends They callin' her, askin' her what hotel we in They on they motherfuckin' way, I'm finna get it in You might also like[Chorus] It's 2:30 in the morning, it ain't nothin' else to talk about So tell me, what you wanna know? Where you wanna go? Hey It's 2:30 in the morning, it ain't nothin' else to talk about So tell me, what you wanna smoke? And where you wanna go? Hey |