Phil Ade - 2AM lyrics

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Two wrongs don't make a right

We gonna make a left tonight

This love is unofficial

We don't need no ref tonight

Let me know when the coast is clear

You keep moving close come near

I swear I would give it you right now

Baby I'm so sincere

I got weed and a little bit of drink too

Back it up let me see what that thing do

Told me to keep it on the down low

Well let's go! this a level I could sink to

Fuck or things you gotta think through?

Cool take your time

And after you say fuck it

Get on your knees let me take your mind

If there ain't no ring then it ain't no thing

I talk that talk but it ain't no game

Fuck yo nigger I don't pay him no mind

While he stare blow a J whole time

I'm in the building my section packed

Hoes at the door ain't texting back

And my nigger B got a Lexus truck

If you don't give a fuck we can sex in back

Imma rise icon and an honor roll

You a good girl was on honor roll

Went and got you a good man

But you curious so you wander though

Now we on the low while he in the crowd

My fingers all through your hair

You wonder though but you got your doubts

So I whisper all in your ear

It's 2 o'clock in the morning

It's 2 o'clock in the morning

I'm yakked up and I'm home now

It's 2 o'clock in the morning

It's 2 o'clock in the morning

I'm yakked up and I'm home now

It's 2 o'clock in the morning

It's 2 o'clock in the morning

I'm yakked up and I'm home now

It's 2 o'clock in the morning

It's 2 o'clock in the morning

I'm yakked up and I'm home now

You wrong for it but I'm all for it

You knew I was gonna be here

And you hit the mall for it

Not only that you made that nigger pay

That nigger bout to have a cow

While I give his chick fillet

D E I'm a major pain

In the neck get'em wet like Navy trainin

In the back he think she's being a fan

Well I think she the next one to be in the van

Man she was born rich

She thinkin what she want

Tonight no different

I ain't the one to tell her don't

No! That's his problem

Got her ASAP like she in Harlem

No Twelvy just Belvy

And I'm drunk you ain't gotta sell me

Just say the word and I'll pay the tab

Too drunk I'll pay the cab

Tell your man that he can have you back

With half the box like Fader Mag

We fucked up makin out

Snuck out the party barely made it out

Hopped in the car all shaded out

Got her hands on me trying to take it out

My hands on her trying to take it off

I pull her pants she shake it off

Her phone loud and it kept going

So I turned the key and heard Bun's song like

Sittin back in my slab

Swisher sweets in my ash tray

Swangin wide in my av

Livin my life the fast way

Rollin' through my hood

Bending corners on Vogues man

Smelling like that good

My eyes out for them hoes man

Got one in my vision

With them Isabel Marants on

Now I'm on my mission

Cause she got them skintight pants on

White tee with no bra

I'm lovin them titties though

She lookin like a star

Don't stop get it, get it ho

Big old ass booty

No shots and no implants

I'm 'bout to do my duty

Let your boy up in them pants

Ass soft as cotton legs thick and they solid

One look at baby girl

It made my shit got frolic

She say she want a player

And now she got one a hot one

I'm in the driver's seat

And shorty ridin shot gun

Drop the top we rollin out

Riding off in the sunset

It don't take long to realize

It don't get no thriller than Bun get

Hold up

It's 2 o'clock in the morning

It's 2 o'clock in the morning

I'm yakked up and I'm home now