Sunny norway - 2 AM lyrics

[Verse 1: Phil Ade] Two wrongs don't make a right, we gon' make a left tonight This love is unofficial, we don't need no ref tonight Let me know when the coast is clear You keep moving close, come near I swear, I would give it you right here Baby, I'm so sincere I got weed and a little bit of drink, too Back it up, let me see what that thing do Told me to keep it on the down low Well, let's go, this a level I could sink to f** or things you gotta think through? Cool, take your time And after you say "f** it," get on your knees, let me take your mind If there ain't no ring, then it ain't no thing I talk that talk, but it ain't no game f** yo' n***a, I don't pay him no mind While he stare, blow a J whole time I'm in the building, my section packed Hoes at the door, ain't textin' back And my n***a B got a Lexus truck If you don't give a f**, we can s** in back I'm a risin' icon, I'm on a roll You a good girl, was on honor roll Went and got you a good man But you curious, so you wander though Now we on the low, while he in the crowd My fingers all through your hair You wonder, though, but you got your doubts, so I whisper all in your ear [Hook x 4] It's two o'clock in the morning It's two o'clock in the morning I'm yakked up, and I'm horny [Verse 2: Phil Ade] You wrong for it, but I'm all for it You knew I was gonna be here, you hit the mall for it Not only that, you made that n***a pay That n***a 'bout to have a cow, while I give his Chik-Fil-A D-E, I'm a major pain In the neck, get 'em wet like Navy trainin' In the back, he think she's being a fan Well, I think she the next one to be in the van Man, she was born rich, she thinkin' what she want Tonight no different, I ain't the one to tell her "don't" Nope! That's his problem Got her A$AP, like she in Harlem No Twelvy, just Belvy And I'm drunk, you ain't gotta sell me Just say the word, and I'll pay the tab Too drunk, I'll pay the cab Tell your man that he can have you back With ?????? like Fader Mag We f**ed up, makin' out Snuck out the party, barely made it out Hopped in the car, all shaded out Got her hands on me, trying to take it out My hands on her, trying to take it off I pull her pants, she shake it off Her phone loud, and it kept going So I turned the key, and heard Bun's song like [Verse 3: Bun B] Sittin' back in my slab Swisher sweets in my ash tray Swangin' wide in my ave Livin' my life the fast way Rollin' through my hood Bending corners on Vogues, mayne Smelling like that good My eyes out for them hoes, mayne Got one in my vision with them Isabel Marants on Now I'm on my mission cause she got them skintight pants on White tee with no bra, I'm lovin' them titties, though She lookin' like a star, don't stop, get it - get it, ho Big ol' a** booty, no shots and no implants I'm 'bout to do my duty, let yo' boy up in them pants Ass soft as cotton, legs thick, and they solid One look at baby girl, man my sh** got brolic She say she want a player, now she got one, a hot one I'm in the driver's seat, and shawty ridin' shot gun Drop the top, we rollin' out, ridin' off in the sunset It don't take long to realize, it don't get no triller than Bun get Hol' up [Hook x 2]