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ftos twan - no kizzy lyrics

[intro]
(thank you, gc)

[verse]
i stay up in the studio, i turn it up
b+tch, i burn it up (jxckk just want a drink)
they said twan took a break, that done turned me up
ain’t tryna hit no rat hoes, they might burn me up (yeah, you turnt, pj)
you talk too much, b+tch, you need to shut the f+ck up
boy, i wouldn’t dare cuff that b+tch if she ain’t stuck up
you need to get your life together, you a f+ck up
he started shootin’ from a block away, he a dumb f+ck
b+tch, i’m finna turn up
when i hit that dance, you gotta know i’m finna turn up
i got it in my hands, you try me, you gon’ get burned up
they put this sh+t up in my hands, you know i’m finna— yeah
chopper in my hand while i’m creepin’, i ain’t playin’
it’s four k’s in the whip, f+ck the klu klux klan
they see me hop out and shoot, they like, “who? what? d+mn”
f+ck a ram truck, b+tch, i’m slidin’ in a minivan
that ain’t no scat pack, boy, you the f+ckin’ hemi man
glock on me, b+tch, i got this b+tch just for any man
i’m a certified tweaker, n+gga, do you think i’m playin’?
play this sh+t up in thе speakers, can you hear this sh+t i’m sayin’?
runnin’ through thе bag, rubber band after rubber band, b+tch
i’m takin’ off, get up out my way, i’m ’bout the man, b+tch
my lil’ n+gga get it gone, he put it in his hands, b+tch
today i feel like smokin’ out a ‘bow, n+gga, f+ck a zip
this b+tch head crazy, i love the way this b+tch suckin’ it
i’m beatin’ her down from the side, she like the way i’m f+ckin’ it
i’m finna bust, b+tch, i’m still goin’, i’m like, “f+ck this sh+t”
she like, “twan, you actin’ crazy,” but i love this sh+t
rap, b+tch, i love the sh+t, trap, b+tch, i love this sh+t
n+gga, i can get a n+gga whacked, b+tch, i love this sh+t
i love spinnin’ blocks in all black, f+ck clubbin’, b+tch
i’m in a different mood, b+tch, i’m tryna f+ck, f+ck lovin’, b+tch
i can do this sh+t with my eyes closed, it’s easy
i really ain’t a ghetto boy, somebody call peezy
i get the bag gone in three days, that sh+t easy
my lil’ brother f+cked up, he’ll pop you for no reason
he do somethin’, i asked him what’s the reason?
he said that n+gga teasin’
now i gotta understand it, why he bleedin’?
focus on the big picture, b+tch, you better see it
be f+ckin’ on his big sister, i know he hate to see it
ridin’ through the city, b+tch, i got a glizzy
i don’t talk, i catch a n+gga out, i get busy
man, these n+ggas can’t f+ck with me, no kizzy
hit his ass all over the head and made him dizzy
you would never know, b+tch, i might just pop up in your city
i’m young and wild, b+tch, i’ll get it poppin’ in your city
i’m finna go and burn a n+gga, you see me pop up with a smithy
that n+gga hidin’ with his bl!ck, man, he ain’t ridin’ through the city

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