2PA2

Ralph Lauren polo and some cologne
I'm gonna make that dude drool like a bulldog
Baby, I know I said just you and me alone
But call your friend, 'cause tonight we’re doing a two-for-one

Two-for-one, two-for-one, two-for-one, two-for-one
Two-for-one, two-for-one, two-for-one-two-two
Two-for-one, two-for-one, two-for-one, two-for-one
Two-for-one, two-for-one, two-for-one-two-two

We’re doing a two-for-one (my cousin and I)
We’re doing a two-for-one (my cousin and I)

I was born from a pigeon, I’m a god (brr)
My mom gave birth to me in a fitting room
The only snitch I respect
Is that damn cop from Robocop
With my cousin at the fair like cotton candy
The booth’s packed, boom-boom-boom
Tonight we’re winning, buddy, I’m telling you (yes or no?)
That tonight we’re doing a two-for-one

Two-for-one, two-for-one, two-for-one, two-for-one
Two-for-one, two-for-one, two-for-one-two-two
Two-for-one, two-for-one, two-for-one, two-for-one
Two-for-one, two-for-one, two-for-one— (the gods in Marbella)

I want a girl who makes me feel bad from the coke
I’m looking for a naughty one who looks like Dakota
Who can make me feel like I’m playing Inazuma Eleven with my dick and two balls
Uranga burger and a stuffed cat with boots
The skinny girl from the closed-off place or the busty one from Mollina?
Doesn’t matter, cousin, we’ll decide on the way to the slingshot
Stabbing on the Viking ship and the Roquefort fries
The important thing is that tonight there’s a ride and with my cousin a two-for-one

Two-for-one, two-for-one, two-for-one, two-for-one
Two-for-one, two-for-one, two-for-one-two-two
Two-for-one, two-for-one, two-for-one, two-for-one
Two-for-one, two-for-one, two-for-one—

My cousin and I, hey, hey, hey
Move that ass and I gotta go to the corner store for a Gatorade
It’s six, six, six
I’ve been feeling it since twelve, spinning like a Beyblade
Hey, hey, hey
Move that ass and I gotta go to the corner store for a Gatorade
It’s six, six, six
I’ve been feeling it since twelve, spinning like a Beyblade
[Outro: Spok sponha, girl, spok sponha & lmdshow, stanpida]
The math clan
Get on the ride, get on
Get on, kangaroo
Step back, dude
'Cause your breath smells like a pack of chips
The gods, gods, gods
We like the touch, touch, touch, ro-ro
Gods, gods, gods
We like the touch, touch, ro-ro-ro— (the gods)
How is it, how is it, how does she have it?
How does she have it that drives me crazy?
How does she have it, how does she have it, how does she have it?
Like a bottle of shampoo, hey
Lo-los gods
Smoking the stuff we move
Rafaela 911, bang-bang