Letra de 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]
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