Two Or More

You niggas don't hear me though, turn it up, Nigga, this shit's in stereo. I walked in with a Philly ho, let me Give it to you young loc on the really Though. Hands, the keys, the bands, The trees, the birds, the bees, the C's, The G's. I get it like I'm 'posed to, You should be close to me, right up under My wing. Words I sing, birds I bring, Bread to the poor, fuckin' the dark, ready with Art. I said it with heart, you merely discard It, dearly departed, look what you started. I'm cool as a mother and you actin' retarded, Just what the motherfuckin' doctor ordered. It's the D-O-G with the P-O-P, not one, Not two, but three. I'm gonna have two or more. Two or more, baby. Maybe even three or four. Like three, like four. Listen to me. And I need two or more. Yeah, uh. Maybe even three or four. She likes love, drugs, and sex. I Like sex. Ooh-wee. She likes love, drugs, And sex. I likes likes it. So When she comes, she brings... Have a seat and don't say one word 'cause You will never catch Snoop Dogg with just one Bird. And if I do, I'll probably kick it To the curb and come anew. Run it back, I'ma keep runnin' through. Hut one, hut two, down set, hike, suck two, Three, four. We go overtime. I'ma give you somethin' that's gon' blow your mind. Take your time, relax a bit. I came here to mack a bitch. This P Is so immaculate. I rap a bit just to taste. Put the head to the snare to the bass. Snap that, Snapchat, play it up. One of me, three of y'all, so wig it Up. I'm back to the hangin' again, Bangin' again. Could you sing it again? Two or more. Two or more, baby. Maybe even three or four. Like three, like four. And I need two or more. Yeah, uh. Maybe even three or four. She likes love, drugs, and sex. I Like it, I like it. Ooh-wee. She likes love, drugs, And sex. I likes likes it. So When she comes, she brings... Freak-a-leak, I speak the truth. I got girls lined up tryna get in the Booth. Original, more like a miracle. High definition, visual, digital. Minimal, but it can be maxed out. Track meet mode, blow your back out. I had to pour the Lac out 'cause it Was too many of y'all to be left out. I stepped out mackish with the whole package, Bread with the cabbage. Me and the bad bitch Is a two, make it three, thirty-one flavors, It gets no better than this. Now who in the world can get you more Wetter than this? I'm back to the hangin' again, Bangin' again. Could you sing it again? Two or more. Two or more, baby. Maybe even three or four. Like three, like four. To And I need two or more. Yeah, Uh. Maybe even three or four. She likes love, drugs, and sex. I like it, Ooh-wee. She likes love, and sex. Likes it, I likes it, I likes it. So when she comes, she brings two more.