[R Kelly Rapping]
[Chorus: Chopped & Screwed]
Drop-drop-drop Top Two Seater Me And My Gucci
Drop-drop Top Two Seater Me And My Gucci
Drop-drop-drop Top Two Seater Me And My Gucci
Drop-drop Top Two Seater Me And My Gucci
[Verse 1:]
I roll through, candy applegenni on em
Gucci vest, white T, Nikes matching on em
Chicks tryna catch I throw a couple dreams on em
It's the weatherman, and I'm a make it rain on em
Drop hits on em magic like tricks on em
And they can never be me, cause I threw a hex on em
I gotta Benz truck, a made boc
Yellow two seater Bentley like a lemon drop
Where a hundred grand, jus about three hundred grand
I denifiy me when you see me pop that rubbaband
Used to look at chicks sideways since a young boy
Gotta crush on dat dollar ever since a young boy
Now life's a candy store as if I was a young boy
Living in the fast lane, rollin in them big toys
To the white mall, in the Sub-burbs
Bout to buy it all, and take some numbers
[Chorus: Chopped & Screwed]
[Verse 2:]
I'm in high pursuit, cause I'm a paper chaser
In that coupe switching lanes like I'm speed racer
Speeding like a drunk on a weekend
Crash the club, like what we drinking?
I just blew one and then I'm feeling so right
Look in my rearview and I am lookin so tight
I gotta hood chick, but all she wanna do is fight
I gotta model chick but she stay higher than a kite
I walk up in da club, you would think I froze time
Been a playa mayne, ever since the street sign
Draped up gotta million, face on it watermelon
Contracts up, Kels about to make a killin
I ain't only in the game, I'm from running it
Fourth Quarter... throw me the ball, bitch
(Wrong) To the white mall, in the Suburban
(Right) To the white mall, in the Sub-burbs
Bout to buy it all, and take some numbers
[Chorus: Chopped & Screwed]
[Verse 3:]
Yeah, man I gotta lot of hoes
Yup, I'm bragging I got alot of clothes
Yup, I'm bragging I got alot of cars
Yup, I'm bragging, bitch I'm a superstar
And Yup I'm bragging I got alot of ice
Yup, I'm bragging got stunners on at night
Yup, I'm bragging I'm ballin in the club
Yup, I'm bragging and I don't giva f*ck
R Kelly - Two Seater Lyrics
R Kelly - Two Seater Lyrics
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[R Kelly Rapping]
[Chorus: Chopped & Screwed]
Drop-drop-drop Top Two Seater Me And My Gucci
Drop-drop Top Two Seater Me And My Gucci
Drop-drop-drop Top Two Seater Me And My Gucci
Drop-drop Top Two Seater Me And My Gucci
[Verse 1:]
I roll through, candy applegenni on em
Gucci vest, white T, Nikes matching on em
Chicks tryna catch I throw a couple dreams on em
It's the weatherman, and I'm a make it rain on em
Drop hits on em magic like tricks on em
And they can never be me, cause I threw a hex on em
I gotta Benz truck, a made boc
Yellow two seater Bentley like a lemon drop
Where a hundred grand, jus about three hundred grand
I denifiy me when you see me pop that rubbaband
Used to look at chicks sideways since a young boy
Gotta crush on dat dollar ever since a young boy
Now life's a candy store as if I was a young boy
Living in the fast lane, rollin in them big toys
To the white mall, in the Sub-burbs
Bout to buy it all, and take some numbers
[Chorus: Chopped & Screwed]
[Verse 2:]
I'm in high pursuit, cause I'm a paper chaser
In that coupe switching lanes like I'm speed racer
Speeding like a drunk on a weekend
Crash the club, like what we drinking?
I just blew one and then I'm feeling so right
Look in my rearview and I am lookin so tight
I gotta hood chick, but all she wanna do is fight
I gotta model chick but she stay higher than a kite
I walk up in da club, you would think I froze time
Been a playa mayne, ever since the street sign
Draped up gotta million, face on it watermelon
Contracts up, Kels about to make a killin
I ain't only in the game, I'm from running it
Fourth Quarter... throw me the ball, bitch
(Wrong) To the white mall, in the Suburban
(Right) To the white mall, in the Sub-burbs
Bout to buy it all, and take some numbers
[Chorus: Chopped & Screwed]
[Verse 3:]
Yeah, man I gotta lot of hoes
Yup, I'm bragging I got alot of clothes
Yup, I'm bragging I got alot of cars
Yup, I'm bragging, bitch I'm a superstar
And Yup I'm bragging I got alot of ice
Yup, I'm bragging got stunners on at night
Yup, I'm bragging I'm ballin in the club
Yup, I'm bragging and I don't giva f*ck
[Chorus: Chopped & Screwed]
Drop-drop-drop Top Two Seater Me And My Gucci
Drop-drop Top Two Seater Me And My Gucci
Drop-drop-drop Top Two Seater Me And My Gucci
Drop-drop Top Two Seater Me And My Gucci
[Verse 1:]
I roll through, candy applegenni on em
Gucci vest, white T, Nikes matching on em
Chicks tryna catch I throw a couple dreams on em
It's the weatherman, and I'm a make it rain on em
Drop hits on em magic like tricks on em
And they can never be me, cause I threw a hex on em
I gotta Benz truck, a made boc
Yellow two seater Bentley like a lemon drop
Where a hundred grand, jus about three hundred grand
I denifiy me when you see me pop that rubbaband
Used to look at chicks sideways since a young boy
Gotta crush on dat dollar ever since a young boy
Now life's a candy store as if I was a young boy
Living in the fast lane, rollin in them big toys
To the white mall, in the Sub-burbs
Bout to buy it all, and take some numbers
[Chorus: Chopped & Screwed]
[Verse 2:]
I'm in high pursuit, cause I'm a paper chaser
In that coupe switching lanes like I'm speed racer
Speeding like a drunk on a weekend
Crash the club, like what we drinking?
I just blew one and then I'm feeling so right
Look in my rearview and I am lookin so tight
I gotta hood chick, but all she wanna do is fight
I gotta model chick but she stay higher than a kite
I walk up in da club, you would think I froze time
Been a playa mayne, ever since the street sign
Draped up gotta million, face on it watermelon
Contracts up, Kels about to make a killin
I ain't only in the game, I'm from running it
Fourth Quarter... throw me the ball, bitch
(Wrong) To the white mall, in the Suburban
(Right) To the white mall, in the Sub-burbs
Bout to buy it all, and take some numbers
[Chorus: Chopped & Screwed]
[Verse 3:]
Yeah, man I gotta lot of hoes
Yup, I'm bragging I got alot of clothes
Yup, I'm bragging I got alot of cars
Yup, I'm bragging, bitch I'm a superstar
And Yup I'm bragging I got alot of ice
Yup, I'm bragging got stunners on at night
Yup, I'm bragging I'm ballin in the club
Yup, I'm bragging and I don't giva f*ck