2 Liter - Playdough, Sean Patrick

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

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