2 Liter

[Verse 1: Playdough] Peace to Taylor Swift, though Rolled up, sipping on a 2 liter Top down, in my 2 seater A convertible, purple little PT 2 skeezers on the milk carton, you seen her? Made her disappear; Houdin-er In the lab, cooking on a few beakers A bass head, crack your new tweeters And I brought my own 2 liter [?] in a leopard skin 2 seater Gave her deuces, 2-2 peace 817 on the blue beeper She always call me back, I'm her new dealer Top down, floor got a space heater Gold tips hood ornament Saint Peter Benny Hinn on 'em fool, I'm a faith healer She like my jacket, James Dean-er It's all denim, girl, blue jean-er Big inside pockets for my 2 liter A blue tooth, in my 2 seater Change my number on 'em now I got a new ringer 3G dog, with a tube cleaner (say what?) Got big cup holds for my 2 liter We the bomb; nuclear Me and DJ Sean in a 2 seater Gave it to her raw; sushi her (for real?) Kill 'em softly; Fugee-er (Lauren Hill) She from Pasaden-er on a magazin-er (word?) Is that a veggie dog? Brother, pass the wiener (hotdoggin') Minister and teach; I'm a pew reacher Your church is wack, bro, I'm your new preacher With a new sermon, like [?] Peter Paul and Mary, I'm a folk singing blues singer I am the bomb; nuclear And I brought my own 2 liter And we brought our own 2 liter Gold Tips; no sugar in my 2 liter Downtown in a 2 seater [Outro] Hear Ye, Hear Ye! Attention Hear Ye, Hear Ye! Attention Hear Ye, Hear Ye! My crew is... All that, All that What you know about All that, All that We know all about it All that, All that We know all about it All that, All that You know what I'm saying? Act like you know