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2 Piece (feat. Bryan Roberts) Video (MV)




Performed By: Jay Waves
Language: English
Length: 2:28
Written by: Jamal Mobley




Jay Waves - 2 Piece (feat. Bryan Roberts) Lyrics




I ain't tripping off no loss
I'm down at Pete's wit it

Hit a hundred down the street
Like f*ck a speed ticket

Aye look these chinos fit me tight
With all these G's in it

Classic nigga when I order
Bean and cheese with it

Know I keep it old school
Pulling out Cortez's

Before she get this D
I gotta wrap it like a present

Spraying champagne in club
Couple thotty's in the section

She ain't tryna make bounce
I gotta point her to the exit

Make it make it
Make it flip
I Never flop

I be sliding on the ave
Niggas know we touching guap

Off this two piece special
Bust it in the parking lot

On them Sunday mornings
Used to hit the park-n-swap

Now I'm shopping on 5th ave
In New York nigga

Hundred dollars on this sushi
Ain't no fork nigga

Catch me balling on yo screen
Like it's sports center

Always talking bout yo chain
Ain't no points in it
We ain't tryna hear it

Sample clearing got me going up

Said she really from the city
Told her throw it up

At Las Lap off this Jack
Gotta pour it up

Fresh squeeze over seas
This ain't no Florida

I really got the juice
Even when I ain't at home

Double up the Hustle
Niggas think I got a clone

Greasing up my tires
Just before I fly to Rome

Call my line with all that bullshit
Girl you betta watch yo tone

I be really in my zone
Like it's two three

Couple twenties in my pockets
That's just loose leaf

Got em drowning in my thoughts
Cause I'm too deep

Getting hungry late night
I Might just do Pete's

Hit em with that two piece
Keep it extra I been saucy

Pocket watching
Niggas asking what it cost me

Aye why they always on my nuts
Like a draw-string

It's okay you lil niggas
Like my offsprings

Quick five hundred on an off day

Plus I'm Indie
Give a f*ck bout what yo boss say

Speed racing to that cake
With that frosting

Catching plays overseas Randy Moss'n
Oh this shit exhausting

Exhaust pipes
This is Off White
Niggas talking bout they money
But that's all hype

Blew her back out when I hit it
That's a long night

Amsterdam back to the side
Yeah that's a long flight

I really got the juice
Even when I ain't at home

Double up the Hustle
Niggas think I got a clone

Greasing up my tires
Just before I fly to Rome

Call my line with all that bullshit
Girl you betta watch yo tone

I be really in my zone
Like it's two three

Couple twenties in my pockets
That's just loose leaf

Got em drowning in my thoughts
Cause I'm too deep

Getting hungry late night
I Might just do Pete's

Hit em with that two piece
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English

I ain't tripping off no loss
I'm down at Pete's wit it

Hit a hundred down the street
Like f*ck a speed ticket

Aye look these chinos fit me tight
With all these G's in it

Classic nigga when I order
Bean and cheese with it

Know I keep it old school
Pulling out Cortez's

Before she get this D
I gotta wrap it like a present

Spraying champagne in club
Couple thotty's in the section

She ain't tryna make bounce
I gotta point her to the exit

Make it make it
Make it flip
I Never flop

I be sliding on the ave
Niggas know we touching guap

Off this two piece special
Bust it in the parking lot

On them Sunday mornings
Used to hit the park-n-swap

Now I'm shopping on 5th ave
In New York nigga

Hundred dollars on this sushi
Ain't no fork nigga

Catch me balling on yo screen
Like it's sports center

Always talking bout yo chain
Ain't no points in it
We ain't tryna hear it

Sample clearing got me going up

Said she really from the city
Told her throw it up

At Las Lap off this Jack
Gotta pour it up

Fresh squeeze over seas
This ain't no Florida

I really got the juice
Even when I ain't at home

Double up the Hustle
Niggas think I got a clone

Greasing up my tires
Just before I fly to Rome

Call my line with all that bullshit
Girl you betta watch yo tone

I be really in my zone
Like it's two three

Couple twenties in my pockets
That's just loose leaf

Got em drowning in my thoughts
Cause I'm too deep

Getting hungry late night
I Might just do Pete's

Hit em with that two piece
Keep it extra I been saucy

Pocket watching
Niggas asking what it cost me

Aye why they always on my nuts
Like a draw-string

It's okay you lil niggas
Like my offsprings

Quick five hundred on an off day

Plus I'm Indie
Give a f*ck bout what yo boss say

Speed racing to that cake
With that frosting

Catching plays overseas Randy Moss'n
Oh this shit exhausting

Exhaust pipes
This is Off White
Niggas talking bout they money
But that's all hype

Blew her back out when I hit it
That's a long night

Amsterdam back to the side
Yeah that's a long flight

I really got the juice
Even when I ain't at home

Double up the Hustle
Niggas think I got a clone

Greasing up my tires
Just before I fly to Rome

Call my line with all that bullshit
Girl you betta watch yo tone

I be really in my zone
Like it's two three

Couple twenties in my pockets
That's just loose leaf

Got em drowning in my thoughts
Cause I'm too deep

Getting hungry late night
I Might just do Pete's

Hit em with that two piece
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Writer: Jamal Mobley
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