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Double Seater by Big Vern Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2019

[Intro]
Swish, run 'em bands up!
Look at that, Big Vern!

[Chorus]
2 bad bitches on my dick, call that a double seater
She ain't fuckin with you no more, 'cus you don't know how to treat her
Gotta put this shit to the max, bitch blow out the speaker
Knocked that bitch straight outta the park, just like I'm Derek Jeter
(Whoa)
Strictly only talkin' Ms that's cash shit, you ain't gettin' money with the gang
(Bitch you broke)
You been hangin' 'round the team, can't fuck with that shit, get the fuck up off of my dick
(You's a hoe)

[Verse 1]
Sittin' on the top of the world, never switch up my demeanor
Icy like I changed up the season, call me a kitchen freezer
Run up on you, pull out the .40, we get no misdemeanor
We catchin' bags, no drops on the season, call me a wide receiver
Bottom of the chain, 'til we keep it movin', goin' and we run shit
Bitch you is a slave to the industry, you's a puppet
Call me Giannis how I drive to the hoop and get the bucket
When I'm fuckin' on yo bitch, get that shit all up in her stomach
Money on my mind, while I'm countin the guala, call that coincidental
Call me wavy, by the way that I be flowin' on the instrumental
Not even at my peak, all this shit I drop been experimental
Just wait for the EP, that shit fasho finna be monumental
[Chorus]
2 bad bitches on my dick, call that a double seater
She ain't fuckin with you no more, 'cus you don't know how to treat her
Gotta put this shit to the max, bitch blow out the speaker
Knocked that bitch straight outta the park, just like I'm Derek Jeter
(Whoa)
Strictly only talkin' Ms that's cash shit, you ain't gettin' money with the gang
(Bitch you broke)
You been hangin' 'round the team, can't fuck with that shit, get the fuck up off of my dick
(You's a hoe)

[Verse 2]
Run it back, nah we ain't done, bring that bitch back right in for verse 2
Why yo bitch say she want me, you ain't the one she turn to
Fuck the beef, I get money, chase a bag all I pursue
Fuck with the gang and get money that's all she really wanna do
Every song we droppin', it's poppin, we on top bitch
Fly out to Hawaii, Bahamas, we in the tropics
Ballin' like I'm Harden, we stepback, imma Houston Rocket
Never fuckin' with a broke boy, no money up in your pockets
I do this shit for fun and for the one's who really fuckin with the repertoire
And once I go further, finna turn this into a seminar
Lames stealin my rhymes like they takin shit from' a cookie jar
This rappin' shit is easy like riding a bike with no handlebars

[Chorus]
2 bad bitches on my dick, call that a double seater
She ain't fuckin with you no more, 'cus you don't know how to treat her
Gotta put this shit to the max, bitch blow out the speaker
Knocked that bitch straight outta the park, just like I'm Derek Jeter
(Whoa)
Strictly only talkin' Ms that's cash shit, you ain't gettin' money with the gang
(Bitch you broke)
You been hangin' 'round the team, can't fuck with that shit, get the fuck up off of my dick
(You's a hoe)