Fifty five degrees out in the southside of the city
Everybody want to link me up like I ain't busy
When I check my phone I see a bunch of old friends thinking they comfortable with me
But they nothing close to that, no
Nothing close to what they think they are to me
Nothing close to that
I would know 'cause I know that I move solo
Be careful on that side of the bridge
'Cause when it's time to let go and burn it
You the type that would act like you ain't earn it
I can't stand y'all f*ckin' flock of birds, yeah
I can't stand y'all f*ckin' flock of birds, yeah
I can't stand y'all bitches
Y'all the same as the hoes
You want to be a good woman
But you can't stay ten toes down
(How could I make you mine)
I got two blunts in my hand homie
I don't got to dap no one, no where ever
(No where ever na no, no oh)
I got two blunts in my hand homie
Nothing close to that
I would know 'cause I know that I move solo
(Oh yeah, yeah)
YANS - Two Blunts Lyrics
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Fifty five degrees out in the southside of the city
Everybody want to link me up like I ain't busy
When I check my phone I see a bunch of old friends thinking they comfortable with me
But they nothing close to that, no
Nothing close to what they think they are to me
Nothing close to that
I would know 'cause I know that I move solo
Be careful on that side of the bridge
'Cause when it's time to let go and burn it
You the type that would act like you ain't earn it
I can't stand y'all f*ckin' flock of birds, yeah
I can't stand y'all f*ckin' flock of birds, yeah
I can't stand y'all bitches
Y'all the same as the hoes
You want to be a good woman
But you can't stay ten toes down
(How could I make you mine)
I got two blunts in my hand homie
I don't got to dap no one, no where ever
(No where ever na no, no oh)
I got two blunts in my hand homie
Nothing close to that
I would know 'cause I know that I move solo
(Oh yeah, yeah)
Everybody want to link me up like I ain't busy
When I check my phone I see a bunch of old friends thinking they comfortable with me
But they nothing close to that, no
Nothing close to what they think they are to me
Nothing close to that
I would know 'cause I know that I move solo
Be careful on that side of the bridge
'Cause when it's time to let go and burn it
You the type that would act like you ain't earn it
I can't stand y'all f*ckin' flock of birds, yeah
I can't stand y'all f*ckin' flock of birds, yeah
I can't stand y'all bitches
Y'all the same as the hoes
You want to be a good woman
But you can't stay ten toes down
(How could I make you mine)
I got two blunts in my hand homie
I don't got to dap no one, no where ever
(No where ever na no, no oh)
I got two blunts in my hand homie
Nothing close to that
I would know 'cause I know that I move solo
(Oh yeah, yeah)
Writer: Yandel Colon
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