"2 Left Feet" lyrics
Boldy James & Nicholas Craven Lyrics
Revenge is sweet
All I'll prove it to you
You want it
Revenge is sweet
All I'll prove it to you, baby
Revenge is sweet
All I'll prove it to you
You want it
I'll show ya
Yes, I will
You see
That one-way trip, I foot it, it's Mr. Gun Wrench
Pulled it off by the skin of my teeth, I had to push it
To the limit, niggas playin' with that bag when you send it
Comin' up shorter than Bushwick, all these broke niggas need some put wick
Stepped on the work so good that it left a footprint
Just ran out of baggies, we need another box of Good Sense
It ain't no better place on Earth that we could've took this
Why he be spendin' all his money tryna look rich?
Cuttin' up a G-pack, name buzzin' on the T app
Now all these bitches know a nigga just a dope dealer with some good dick
Semi with a dual clip, could tell this ain't my first time
He good at makin' words rhyme, I'm really with the bullshit
Can fix it with a tool kit, a pistol was my first purchase
Love was at the church service, reverend in the pulpit
Sign on the gate said, "Beware of dog," niggas better keep away
Now we put BTA, somethin' like a leather bullwhip
Revenge is bittersweet 'cause I've been in the street hustlin'
Can't walk a straight line for nothin', guess I got pigeon feet
I still ain't missed a beat, this industry don't mean nothin'
It's constant and repercussions, gotta learn to live with grief
Revenge is bittersweet, got a 23 with a button
In the sleeve of my Louis Vuitton for when this shit get deep
Revenge is bittersweet, but that's not even up for discussion
It mentally got me blushin', been on a winnin' streak
When you cop it, your main bitch can't come
It's like I got ninety-nine problems and a brick ain't one
Had a insane run, don't want this shit if it's them same ones
Playin' ball 'til the championship game won
For them big-face huns, been ridin' dirty like my nickname Bun
Shout to West V, I got love for the whole 681
When them ship crates come, I know where to get a fish plate from
Down in the land of milk and honey where all the bricks A1
Niggas askin' when I'ma drop, but I got the big case drum
I remember tellin' niggas, "Soon as my mixtape done"
Represent H1, all my friends day ones
If I never dropped out of Cooley, nigga probably could've been Trae Young
Duckin' federales in that grape jumper, for the twenty-fifth straight summer
Them niggas too broke to fix, they bums
Stuff they said about me, how could they ever fix they gums?
If you cut his tongue out his mouth, then his lips can't run
That's Mafia
Revenge is bittersweet 'cause I've been in the street hustlin'
Can't walk a straight line for nothin', guess I got pigeon feet
I still ain't missed a beat, this industry don't mean nothin'
It's constant and repercussions, gotta learn to live with grief
Revenge is bittersweet, got a 23 with a button
In the sleeve of my Louis Vuitton for when this shit get deep
Revenge is bittersweet, but that's not even up for discussion
It mentally got me blushin', been on a winnin' streak
Revenge is sweet
All I'll prove it to you
You want it
Revenge is sweet
All I'll prove it to you, baby
Revenge is sweet
All I'll prove it to you
You want it
I'll show ya
Yes, I will
You see
All I'll prove it to you
You want it
Revenge is sweet
All I'll prove it to you, baby
Revenge is sweet
All I'll prove it to you
You want it
I'll show ya
Yes, I will
You see
That one-way trip, I foot it, it's Mr. Gun Wrench
Pulled it off by the skin of my teeth, I had to push it
To the limit, niggas playin' with that bag when you send it
Comin' up shorter than Bushwick, all these broke niggas need some put wick
Stepped on the work so good that it left a footprint
Just ran out of baggies, we need another box of Good Sense
It ain't no better place on Earth that we could've took this
Why he be spendin' all his money tryna look rich?
Cuttin' up a G-pack, name buzzin' on the T app
Now all these bitches know a nigga just a dope dealer with some good dick
Semi with a dual clip, could tell this ain't my first time
He good at makin' words rhyme, I'm really with the bullshit
Can fix it with a tool kit, a pistol was my first purchase
Love was at the church service, reverend in the pulpit
Sign on the gate said, "Beware of dog," niggas better keep away
Now we put BTA, somethin' like a leather bullwhip
Revenge is bittersweet 'cause I've been in the street hustlin'
Can't walk a straight line for nothin', guess I got pigeon feet
I still ain't missed a beat, this industry don't mean nothin'
It's constant and repercussions, gotta learn to live with grief
Revenge is bittersweet, got a 23 with a button
In the sleeve of my Louis Vuitton for when this shit get deep
Revenge is bittersweet, but that's not even up for discussion
It mentally got me blushin', been on a winnin' streak
When you cop it, your main bitch can't come
It's like I got ninety-nine problems and a brick ain't one
Had a insane run, don't want this shit if it's them same ones
Playin' ball 'til the championship game won
For them big-face huns, been ridin' dirty like my nickname Bun
Shout to West V, I got love for the whole 681
When them ship crates come, I know where to get a fish plate from
Down in the land of milk and honey where all the bricks A1
Niggas askin' when I'ma drop, but I got the big case drum
I remember tellin' niggas, "Soon as my mixtape done"
Represent H1, all my friends day ones
If I never dropped out of Cooley, nigga probably could've been Trae Young
Duckin' federales in that grape jumper, for the twenty-fifth straight summer
Them niggas too broke to fix, they bums
Stuff they said about me, how could they ever fix they gums?
If you cut his tongue out his mouth, then his lips can't run
That's Mafia
Revenge is bittersweet 'cause I've been in the street hustlin'
Can't walk a straight line for nothin', guess I got pigeon feet
I still ain't missed a beat, this industry don't mean nothin'
It's constant and repercussions, gotta learn to live with grief
Revenge is bittersweet, got a 23 with a button
In the sleeve of my Louis Vuitton for when this shit get deep
Revenge is bittersweet, but that's not even up for discussion
It mentally got me blushin', been on a winnin' streak
Revenge is sweet
All I'll prove it to you
You want it
Revenge is sweet
All I'll prove it to you, baby
Revenge is sweet
All I'll prove it to you
You want it
I'll show ya
Yes, I will
You see
