This is a song about "Two lips"

Id run for miles just for a smile and kiss her lips

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Like a myme trying to get his point across moving his lips.

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Finish the day with joints on our lips

But let something i don't like slip past your lips

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

While i'm rubbing on that ass

Thick lips and a sick class

Dont ask me howard ill smack dwight of ya lips

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

My bars are a fluent fit / a confusing mix exiting my spewing lips

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Your sexy lips so gentle

I'm mental, it's instrumental