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Don't Call Me Twin
Woke up and felt like popping Whipping that whip like a
[?] All cash on me, no deposit Baby, open up like a
mosh pit You talking 'bout, "Put it on," stop it Stay out the
way, I
take flights to the
land Curling my toes 'cause I'm playing with these bands Carrying these hoes, you weren't there for the
man I
went and turned up my lifestyle then turned up her friend We nothing alike so don't call me twin We nothing alike so don't call me twin We nothing alike so don't call me twin Back up, my Sprite hit harder than Gin Niggas in black and white without a
pen I
keep it G, homie, like I'm sin Five-five-sixes scraping off your skin Bet this Draco hit harder than Tank Hundred, all hundreds, they fresh out the
bank Boarding Lil Yachty, we rolling up Drake Keep cutters like razors and take off your face Landing in blue, fifty K
in L.A I
call the
play and then cancel my date When this shit serious don't nobody play Feeling like Pope, get the
fuck out my face Get you some money, that shit change the
mood Spend you some money then watch you get loose Changing the
vibe, she get loosey goosey Wipe off tires, I'm sweating like a
smoothie Bought the
bitches roses and gave her a
roof We making shit disappear like Bermuda Double R, grand daddy riding in a
cruiser In the
back of this bitch getting sucked out my shoes I
went and turned up my lifestyle then turned up her friend We nothing alike so don't call me twin We nothing alike so don't call me twin We nothing alike so don't call me twin Back up, my Sprite hit harder than Gin Niggas in black and white without a
pen I
keep it G, homie, like I'm sin Five-five-sixes scraping off your skin New Amiris and Cactus Dior My message to pussies, you niggas [?] In back of Celine, go lock down the
store In love with this money, want more and some more Jugging these bags, I
found me a
source Red like rojo, I'm banging, I'm banging [?] we leaving you stanking Speaking on mines, you need you a
spanking Bubble coat, Montcler, look like I'm swole Back ends on back ends on back ends for sure In love with some fashion, I'm putting on these clothes Washing my ass, I'm cleaning my nose Triple cross who? This shit on the
floor Make a
bitch worry, she doing the
most I'm still that nigga if you wanna know Fool Woke up and felt like popping Whipping that whip like a
[?] All cash on me, no deposit Baby, open up like a
mosh pit You talking 'bout, "Put it on," stop it Stay out the
way, I
take flights to the
land Curling my toes 'cause I'm playing with these bands Carrying these hoes, you weren't there for the
man Triple cross who? I'm washing my ass, I'm cleaning my nose Washing my ass, I'm cleaning my nose Washing my ass, I'm cleaning my nose Triple cross who? Nigga Washing my ass, I'm cleaning my nose Washing my ass, I'm cleaning my nose Seven-six-two, yeah, [?] had a
stroke
完毕