Two Or More

[Verse 1]

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 locc, on the really though

Hands, the keys, the Benz, 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, verbs I bring

Bread to the park, head in the dark

Ready with art, I said it with heart

Merely distorted, dearly departed

Look what you started

I'm cool as a mother and you acting retarded

Just what the motherfuckin' doctor ordered

It's the d-o-g with the p-o-p

Not one, not two, but three

[Chorus]

I gotta have two or more

Two or more, baby

Maybe even three or four

Like three, like four

Listen to me, baby

I need two or more

Yeah

Maybe even three or four

She likes love, drugs, and sex

Love, drugs, and sex

She likes love, drugs, and sex

[Verse 2]

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

Runnin' back, I'm-a keep runnin' through

Hut one, hut two

Down set, hike two, three, four

We go overtime

I'm-a give you something that's gonna blow your mind

And 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

Puttin' hair to the snare to the bass

Snap that, Snapchat, flick it up

One of me, three of ya'll, so lick it up

I'm back to the hangin' again, bangin' again

Nigga, could you sing it again?

[Chorus]

I gotta have two or more

Two or more, baby

Maybe even three or four

Like three, like four

Listen to me, baby

I need two or more

Yeah

Maybe even three or four

She likes love, drugs, and sex

Love, drugs, and sex

She likes love, drugs, and sex

[Verse 3]

Freak-a-leek, I speak the truth

I got girls lined up trying to get in the booth

Original, more like a miracle

High definition visual, digital, minimal

But it can be maxed out

Track meet, more meat blow your back out

I had to pull the 'lac out

Cause there was too many of ya'll to be left out

I stepped out mackish with the whole package

Bread with the cabbage, me and a bad bitch

Or two, make it three

31 flavors, nigga

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

Nigga, could you sing it again?

[Chorus]

I gotta have two or more

Two or more, baby

Maybe even three or four

Like three, like four

Listen to me, baby

I need two or more

Yeah

Maybe even three or four

She likes love, drugs, and sex

Love, drugs, and sex

She likes love, drugs, and sex

[Outro]

Two or more