Two-9

Two-9 - Full House lyrics

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Feat. Wiz Khalifa &Ty Dolla Sign

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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