2 SEATER – Justin Rarri 

2 SEATER Lyrics - Justin Rarri

Singer Justin Rarri
Music Justin Rarri

2 SEATER Lyrics

Hop inna floor two seater
Tell her bring all your friends i need em
Becky go for the bro cuz she a eater
Imma hit it again then go and feed her
She know that im a boss coupe beater
Heard da bricks broke the scale new meter
now they mad as a fuck cuz ion need em
Puttin on for the gang we all conceited

2020 she gon see imma ball
7am we might fuck on the floor
100,000 i aint even on tour
Scooped her in a bmw car
I got more money then your daddy of course
Niggas thuggin fuckin on all ya broad
I been cold hearted nigga back from the start
I aint into making all these friends so get off me

I just messed up again countin all of the guap
In back of the rafe
I got bad bitches hunnit and 50 round drums they gon hit out the face
Bitch im rich so we fuckin inside of a mansion just me and my bae
Bought her new louie & chanel
Disrespect out the mouth imma wish em well

Shawty know imma fortune teller diamonds all on my neck look like wishing wells
Tell dat boy i aint stupid nigga keep em wrapped in the closet he finna tell
I got too many glocks peeking out of the pocket these niggas they see and tell
At the end of the day
I got racks in the safe
I just fucked on a bad bitch
I aint settling for nobody especially no average
Shorty gon act like a model but she from the hood so
she know bout a migga make a little pack turn into figures

Gotta broke nigga mad you dont know the feeling
Counting all the bread up with all my niggas

2020 she gon see imma ball
7am we might fuck on the floor
100,000 i aint even on tour
Scooped her in a bmw car
I got more money then your daddy of course
Niggas thuggin fuckin on all ya broad
I been cold hearted nigga back from the start
I aint into making all these friends so get off me

I just messed up again countin all of the guap
In back of the rafe
I got bad bitches hunnit and 50 round drums they gon hit out the face
Bitch im rich so we fuckin inside of a mansion just me and my bae
I got a racks nigga all up inside of the bank nigga fuck what you think

Brodie peeping he tweaking my nigga gon shoot at your brain
And the way that im breaking her back you gon think im insane
Whole dick inside of her
If i see me a baddy I gotta fuck
That brand new whip got piles of them
All my niggas they with it they down to bust
Imma go far nigga
Drive that shit like a go kart nigga
Paint the face like im cozart nigga
Peep the stars in the rolls royce nigga
Fuck em all i avoid all niggas
They dont know what the fuck i be on
I got the coldest heart
Only me and my niggas on god
Fuck what they talking cuz

2020 she gon see imma ball
7am we might fuck on the floor
100,000 i aint even on tour
Scooped her in a bmw car
I got more money then your daddy of course
Niggas thuggin fuckin on all ya broad
I been cold hearted nigga back from the start
I aint into making all these friends so get off me

I just messed up again countin all of the guap
In back of the rafe
I got bad bitches hunnit and 50 round drums they gon hit out the face
Bitch im rich so we fuckin inside of a mansion just me and my bae
Bought her new louie & chanel
Disrespect out the mouth imma wish em well

At the end of the day
I got racks in the safe