Tom MacDonald - 2 Litre Lyrics
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    2 Litre

    [Verse 1: Matt Brevner]
    Ferragamo suit tailored up to the nine
    Stitched in periwinkle blue and them drawers are Calvin Klein
    Got that undercut with that top knot, lookin’ top notch, I’m stylin’ Gold chain colored like a China man and that’s racial profiling
    Half black, half chat, teriyaki, no chicken
    Soon to run the fucking city like I’m Juliani, listen, and you bitches master splinter, backed inside the subway system, but I’m something like Shredder, never underground livin’
    ‘Stead of spikes on my shoulders, I got spikes on my kittens
    That leopard hair, Louis Viutton limited edition
    I’m a master of creations, you just mastered emulation
    A trend chasing copycat who mastered imitation
    I’m a self made superstar, started in the basement with intent
    Carry chain, but that shit was never played
    And see, your style is like polo hoe, I ain’t ever played it
    Made it to the fucking mages with a camera and some patience
    B-Sharp

    [Chorus: Tom MacDonald]
    We don’t need no reason why we been so turnt up
    We don’t need no people comin’ ‘round to want us
    If we really wanna buy it we’ll put that on the card
    Got a limo outside of the club, yeah
    We don’t need no reason why we been so turnt up
    And we don’t talk about our feelings when we smokin’ the blunt And if we really tryna sleep then we’ll just sip out the cup
    The double cup, the triple cup, the 2 liter
    Turn down for what
    Turn down for what

    [Verse 2: Tom MacDonald]
    Gone on the days that I’m datin’
    I never thought I would escape it
    But my heart has been on a vacation
    It’s a long way from the places, that it used to be alright
    Still going out like every damn night
    Gettin’ all left but it still ain’t right
    Gettin’ money from a couple different things I don’t like
    My hair long and my teeth gold and my girl has been so patient that I feel like I should tell her that I love her, thanks for waiting
    But I can’t afford the long distance and them California girls miss me and the Vancouver girls pissed off that we fuck but they never get to kiss me
    I been the realest since I got a Visa and left y‘all at home, now I’m speakin’ Italian and smokin’ on one with a mouth full of gold. Getting faded on Nostrum, Zuro, and Peroni on tour in Rome
    Who else make a beat, then record and produce a whole song on their own?
    I don’t care if they have no love me, I got no love for them
    Fuck all that boombap and underground
    These rappers all tryna be real, but have nothing real to talk about These rappers tryna get deals still but this isn’t an auction house, B-Sharp is the team, fuck everybody else

    [Chorus: Tom MacDonald]
    We don’t need no reason why we been so turnt up
    We don’t need no people comin’ ‘round to want us
    If we really wanna buy it we’ll put that on the card
    Got a limo outside of the club, yeah
    We don’t need no reason why we been so turnt up
    And we don’t talk about our feelings when we smokin’ the blunt And if we really tryna sleep then we’ll just sip out the cup
    The double cup, the triple cup, the 2 liter
    Turn down for what
    Turn down for what

    [Verse 3: Stevie Ross]
    The anxiety got me feeling like I need to move Xans
    Still a dope dealer, coke fill up bloody noses
    Man, all the hoes in the club, bottle service waiting for us
    Vodka with Agent, chains, but I don’t wanna drive, still no license but still I’m surviving
    Crazy like ivy, just like I.B, vibing, so bitch don’t kill it
    Too many girls telli at the party, know they feel it
    Turn up then turn out, pop a pill if you burn out

    [Bridge: Tom MacDonald]
    Someone tell my girl that I ain't comin' home
    She can never see me like this
    I have no reason to believe but the reasons why we're celebrating on every weekend
    I'm like "fuckin go"
    I just got this outfit and I'm gonna live forever
    All least that's how I feel, I'm 25 years old
    Like turn down for what
    Turn down for what
    Turn down for what
    Turn down for what
    Turn down for what
    Turn down for what
    Turn down for what
    Turn down for what (turn down for what)

    [Chorus: Tom MacDonald]
    We don’t need no reason why we been so turnt up
    We don’t need no people comin’ ‘round to want us
    If we really wanna buy it we’ll put that on the card
    Got a limo outside of the club, yeah
    We don’t need no reason why we been so turnt up
    And we don’t talk about our feelings when we smokin’ the blunt And if we really tryna sleep then we’ll just sip out the cup
    The double cup, the triple cup, the 2 liter
    Turn down for what
    Turn down for what

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