Twisted

Aye

We like Google check the facts boy
Got a Mac boy
Try me bad and you get slapped boy
Oh by the rap boy
Ciggy smokin' on a black boy that smell like ass boy
Your chain is fake that shit an alloy
You think your bad boy?
Bitch I bought too many shoes that I couldn't pay the rent
So I slept up at your mommas house she got me feelin' blessed
Tried to get up in that pussy but that shit was too wet
So I ate your mommas cereal then motherfuckin' left

(Ma, ma)

I got the bills she got the pills let's put it together and fuck up the ville
Wrist to wet I feel I deal, the water in this bitch for real
House up in the hills
My drip outstanding I might grow some gills
Go Alec Baldwin on your ass shit I'll claim it wasn't real

Jays creekin' on me like a door back-and-forth
Got the boys and we creepin' on the low don't tell a soal
Cut the bitch then skrt the whip my heart is dark as black as coal
Man the money coming in so fast it's gonna make a storm

Think i get it? I get it
I've Been in it for a minute
I'm fly just like a pigeon
Got my bitch and we just hit it
We finna brawl like dragon ball Z and no bitch I ain't kidding
To the window to the motherfuckin' wall yea bitch how we living

Aye!
Caucasian persuasion
Got your bitch in a white apron
And we cookin' maple bacon hey you really know what's shaking huh
Your bitch on the table little shorty gave me table top
Pussy so wet that she gonna need a pussy mop

We like Google check the facts boy
Got a Mac boy
Try me bad and you get slapped boy
Oh by the rap boy
Ciggy smokin' on a black boy that smell like ass boy
Your chain is fake that shit an alloy
You think your bad boy?
Bitch I bought too many shoes that I couldn't pay the rent
So I slept up at your mommas house she got me feelin' blessed
Tried to get up in that pussy but that shit was too wet
So I ate your mommas cereal then motherfuckin' left

(Ma, ma)

Told the pussy boy swallow up got a lot of drip so don't swallow it
They in the lead so I don't follow it
I rebel the shit and then just throw a fit
Cause attention gets the most
Had to leave the hoe
On my tippy toes
Got me tripping bro
Now I'm feelin' broke
Fallin' on the floor
Hoes break hearts that's the way shit goes!

(Go!, Go!, Go!, let's Go!) 4x



Credits
Writer(s): Ringo Racheff
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