Twin
Damn
What we smoking on twin?
What we rolling in twin?
Fuck it, might pick out a Benz
Thinking bout bands so don't be my friend
All them old friendships in the can
And that shit finally rubbing off twin
And you know I been through a lot twin
And I'm happy it's me and not them
And I'm happy we really not twins
Should've told me we really not friends
Cause I never ever would've let you in
And I knew I had to get out the can
Cause I knew I couldn't work for no man
And I let the bitch feel on my skin
Then she went back home and told friends
Then I go to the show, see her man
Then he pull up on me, shake my hand
"Congratulations, niggas doing it big" but I'm in his bitch rib
I ain't really doing shiesty shit, nigga I'm just living lit
Niggas tryna do me in
That ain't my fault twin
That ain't my bitch twin
I heard you don't like him
Then I pulled up and
I had bitches on 10
I had nigga giving grins
I had niggas wishing wins
Even though they wasn't friends
Why the fake love twin?
What you sippin' on twin?
Lean cup with the soda mixed in, Aye
Bring the litty hoes in
I'm bout to put the city on 10
Fuck that, I aint here to make friends
Fuck that, im just here to make bands
Thick bitch, fuck around and make Twins
Thick bitch, set me out with her friends
Aye, I'm fucking her good she thinking we being together
I told the hoe hit me up she can see me whenever, that pussy be greasy as ever
I told her get it together in devious weather, don't watch me, TV is better
I tried running away til' a nigga realized shit, maybe we needed each other, Damn
But nah I can't Sin Again
All them niggas gone hate when I pull up in spinter vans
I just made us some dinner plans
Tried to eat off my plate i aint fucking with him again
Lil bitch she urk me
Baby only around for the loot she thirsty
When I turn around bitch doin me dirty
I don't fuck around in the stu, we workin'
What we smokin' on twin
Big bag what I'm focused on twin
She was all on me skin
Been with a nigga all weekend
Like she ain't got a bed to fall asleep in
Late night got a call to creep in
Real ass nigga hard to pretend
Yeah I'ma look out as long as we kin
What we smoking on twin?
What we rolling in twin?
Fuck it, might pick out a Benz
Thinking bout bands so don't be my friend
All them old friendships in the can
And that shit finally rubbing off twin
And you know I been through a lot twin
And I'm happy it's me and not them
And I'm happy we really not twins
Should've told me we really not friends
Cause I never ever would've let you in
And I knew I had to get out the can
Cause I knew I couldn't work for no man
And I let the bitch feel on my skin
Then she went back home and told friends
Then I go to the show, see her man
Then he pull up on me, shake my hand
"Congratulations, niggas doing it big" but I'm in his bitch rib
I ain't really doing shiesty shit, nigga I'm just living lit
Niggas tryna do me in
That ain't my fault twin
That ain't my bitch twin
I heard you don't like him
Then I pulled up and
I had bitches on 10
I had nigga giving grins
I had niggas wishing wins
Even though they wasn't friends
Why the fake love twin?
What you sippin' on twin?
Lean cup with the soda mixed in, Aye
Bring the litty hoes in
I'm bout to put the city on 10
Fuck that, I aint here to make friends
Fuck that, im just here to make bands
Thick bitch, fuck around and make Twins
Thick bitch, set me out with her friends
Aye, I'm fucking her good she thinking we being together
I told the hoe hit me up she can see me whenever, that pussy be greasy as ever
I told her get it together in devious weather, don't watch me, TV is better
I tried running away til' a nigga realized shit, maybe we needed each other, Damn
But nah I can't Sin Again
All them niggas gone hate when I pull up in spinter vans
I just made us some dinner plans
Tried to eat off my plate i aint fucking with him again
Lil bitch she urk me
Baby only around for the loot she thirsty
When I turn around bitch doin me dirty
I don't fuck around in the stu, we workin'
What we smokin' on twin
Big bag what I'm focused on twin
She was all on me skin
Been with a nigga all weekend
Like she ain't got a bed to fall asleep in
Late night got a call to creep in
Real ass nigga hard to pretend
Yeah I'ma look out as long as we kin
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Writer(s): Anthony Mills
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