Two-9

Two-9 - Full House lyrics

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Big crib out West
Full house expecting dimes
Full house
And they got beds
Full house
Watch white girls get faded
Full house

Big crib out West nigga
Full house expecting dimes
Full house
And they got beds
Full house
Watch white girls get faded
Full house

I thought of the girlfriend I talked you about
Bitch so bad I can't put her out
I go to my hood when I live for the better
She got her titties but I ask her real fast
My bitch better than your bitch
My homie he is fucking your bitch
I call bitches off
Your girl ain't wearing my bitch's notes
I just got up to my friends
My wifey says you're the man
My hood calls me Kim
Pussy poppin' on the hand stand

Big crib that's our full house
Bitches drink your red wine
I will smoke a trap and try to make my damn line
Only 12 verses then I'm back to the trap
South friends and I'm smoking all pack
Seeing God that was motivation
New Porsche, that's forbidden, push and rotation

Big crib out West
Full house expecting dimes
Full house
And they got beds
Full house
Watch white girls get faded
Full house

Big crib out West
Full house expecting dimes
Full house
And they got beds
Full house
Watch white girls get faded
Full house

Got a full house so my whole team is straight
Take a shot bitch
I need 8
All these days it's no way we came with
Put some 9 in your city bitch, we need 10
So hit my check with the fuck shit
4 queens and all the bitches are ready to fuck shit
So amazed that I got super
Take an L, tell the baby
Come back, I'm such a player
All these babes won't leave me alone
Hold up it's holding
Like hold up
I had the world flush
So there's no way that I'm folded

Big crib out West
Full house expecting dimes
Full house
And they got beds
Full house
Watch white girls get faded
Full house

Big crib out West
Full house expecting dimes
Full house
And they got beds
Full house
Watch white girls get faded
Full house

I thought of the girlfriend I talked you about
Bitch so bad I can't put her out
I go to my hood when I live for the better
She got her titties but I ask her real fast
My bitch better than your bitch
My homie he is fucking your bitch
I call my bitches off
Your girl ain't wearing my bitch's notes
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