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2BADGYALZ Lyrics by Bree Runway

[Intro]
Uh
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Two bad gyals in a car
Whippin' that push-to-start
Foot on the gas
Know this shit go hard
Pass me a shot, no smoke
Only the body gives coke
Stars in the roof, RR
But they can’t outshine me, nah

[Chorus]
Gas, check
Hunnids, check
Gettin' these checks
The fuck you gon' check?
Damn, check
Glistening, check
Everything, check
So tell me what's next
Gas, check
Hunnids, check
Gettin' these checks
The fuck you gon' check?
Damn, check
Glistening, check
Everything, check
So tell me what's—

[Verse 2]
Two bad gyals in a car
If she a baddie, you can tell her to come too
Me and my bitches, yeah, we're hotter than CancĂșn
In any condition, we can get it, no Cantu
Gucci, Tom Ford, uh, the bamboos
Got bitches stomach up in knots like Bantu's
Roberto Cavalli just to wrap my pum-pum
You know I'm the shit, you know how I do, do, check

[Chorus]
Gas, check
Hunnids, check
Gettin' these checks
The fuck you gon' check?
Damn, check
Glistening, check
Everything, check
So tell me what's next
Gas, check
Hunnids, check
Gettin' these checks
The fuck you gon' check?
Damn, check
Glistening, check
Everything, check
So tell me what's—

[Outro]
Gas, gas, gas, gas, check
Gettin' these, gettin' these, gettin' these, gettin' these, check, check
Damn, damn, damn, damn, check
Everything, everything, everything, everything, check, check
Gas, gas, gas, gas, uh
Gettin' these, gettin' these, gettin' these, gettin' these
Damn, damn, damn, damn
Everything, everything, everything, everything, check

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