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eddie gianni - twinsnakes lyrics

[intro]
evil
welcome to clayton county
on gang
fifty
you know how the f-ck we rocking n-gga
fifty’d up
jur-ssic park

[slimesito]
i hop out the whip n-ggas know i’m shooting
two guns on me and they both exclusion (two guns)
two shooters and they pulling up in duly (two shooters)
headshot i just hit him with the uzi (headshots)
white broad down doing em’ like i’m boujee (ayy)
white b-tch with me and she acting [?] (white b-tch)
new trip on me it’s gon shoot a movie (trip)
just f-cked your b-tch that ho is a groupie
[?] in my mouth man n-gga i feel like julie
i got a slime baby but she can’t be my ruby (slime)
-sscat and its singing like its uzi (-sstag)
tatted up now n-gga now i feel like tunechi (tag)

[flex malik]
smoking on gas why you smoking on tunechi?
just f-cked a b-tch now she singing like [?]
f-ck around you could get smoked like a [?]
toting the uzi that seem like lil uzi (graaa)
these n-ggas clowns but my pockets they insane (d-mn)
one in the head i’ll put one in your membrane
all the b-tches she eating on plantain (what)
with my cuban you get fried like a plantain (graaa)
swerving that foreign i’m doing my d-mn thing
my and sito pulling up with that [?] flame
f-cking that b-tch cause’ i heard she got fire brain (d-mn)
fresh out the suit [?] vip lu kang (grrtt)

[slimesito]
chopping the bricks down like i’m liu kang
free the whole gang gang up in the train gang
pull up gang beat on the block like wu-tang
og lame [] he ain’t got no stain
shooting that stick but i ain’t at the gun range
ak on me and it [] like kanye
shot two times now he had to die [?] (two times)
hit him on spot then i shot his partner (on his partner)
[?] backwoods i feel like a
shot him in the face with him and he [?]
twenty-four seven my trap let me [?] (twenty four)
got a bih’ mad but n-gga i ain’t rondo (on gang)
two sticks on me you don’t want no drama (two sticks)
on the block with the kid like i’m osama
getting to the money and that’s on my mama
got a little b-tch and that hoe from harlem

[flex malik]
b-tch bad like beyonce from brooklyn like jay-z
these n-ggas p-ssy they can’t even face me
i heard that he snitching he can’t even trace me
how you gon’ copy you can’t even trace me
they can’t replace me
i’m number one and you just a replacement
rapper [?] the sh-t then i face it
knock your girl off better get you some braces
now i got motherf-cking blood on my laces
stop all that capping lil’ n-gga quit faking
on the law f-ck the law can’t f-ck with bake it
if you want pressure lil’ n-gga lets crank it
i feel like soulja the draco we crank it
got what i need then i might have to take it
frightening voice like freddy and jason
no we not fighting them fire start blazing (what nah)

- eddie gianni lyrics

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