2 Pistols - Come On Lyrics

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I'm a beast, yeah shawty I'm the bomb

If you rock, rock with me, you know you got it goin' on

I know you, you like rock, rock stars

And you wanna ride in a rock stars car, so

Come on, come on, yeah, come on, come on yeah

Come on, come on, yeah, come on, come on yeah

Woah lil' mama, jazzy red bone, so thick I had to stop her

Pull shawty over, put a ticket on that ass, speed ticket on that ass

Walkin' too fast, shawty don't do that

Rubber band stacks, I don't really care

Pop them there, money flyin' everywhere

Big face hundreds, been throwin' money

Small face hundreds, excuse me honey

Cash money in this bitch, we throwin' Lambo money

Shawty that ain't nothin' won't you sell that dope to me

Blood money coupe, beat her like Ike Turner

Chunk a duece, I'm gone like my Lambo

I'm a beast, yeah shawty I'm the bomb

If you rock, rock with me, you know you got it goin' on

I know you, you like rock, rock stars

And you wanna ride in a rock stars car, so

Come on, come on, yeah, come on, come on yeah

Come on, come on, yeah, come on, come on yeah

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I perfer that you would just call me Weezy

East side gangsta, and I be runnin, runnin it like a flanker

Black card banker, hanker in the back pocket

And I wear them skinny jeans so you see my fat wallet

That's right I'm a big shot, call me little cannon ball

Mister get up in ya girls mouth like some anbesol

Hip-hop president and my girl eloquent

Boy she got more junk in her trunk than an elephant

I'm a animal, watch me I examine you

And my chucks are old, but I swear to you my flannel new

Man I get money manual and I just made you, Young Money

I'm gone like my Lambo's gone

I'm a beast, yeah shawty I'm the bomb

If you rock, rock with me, you know you got it goin' on

I know you, you like rock, rock stars

And you wanna ride in a rock stars car, so

Come on, come on, yeah, come on, come on yeah

Come on, come on, yeah, come on, come on yeah

See I'm the Lac pusher, the mic gripper and the pussy gusher

Don't get it twisted 'cause I could get Travis Barker with' ya

I'm so hood, so fly, don't try 'cause you don't wanna make me put it all on

Tha line

I'll take ya chick, get off in my whip

'Cause I ain't never scurred, got the hollows in the clip

So come on, let's go, baby girl what you wait, waitin' for

I'm a beast, yeah shawty I'm the bomb

If you rock, rock with me, you know you got it goin' on

I know you, you like rock, rock stars

And you wanna ride in a rock stars car, so

Come on, come on, yeah, come on, come on yeah

Come on, come on, yeah, come on, come on yeah

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