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gmo stax - tweak wit me lyrics

[verse 1: gmo stax]
who tryna shoot it out?
get a b+tch in the ring with me and beat her coochie down
i be f+ckin’ long, i’ll blow a b+tch coochie out
drunk off the ’42, look like the ceiling comin’ down
hoes want some more, we finna bring another casket out
fishtailin’ the whip, we finna put some smoke in the air
only way his ass stayed alive if he played dead
i’m a real tweaker, i don’t need lil’ bruh to stain sh+t
where the plug? i’m tryna see who puerto rico is
he tried to snake me, i’ma do some sh+t that rico did
every day my cleats on, i’ll never leave the field
slappin’ on an opp b+tch ass, who your daddy is?
wanna be a gmo girl, get it tatted then
switches on the glocky, you can’t run when we shoot
he was reminiscin’ ’bout his bro, just turned into an opp pack with him
stand+up n+gga, stand on business, n+ggas scared to stand with me
i ain’t know her ass was that fat until she lifted up
she ain’t know i was a real dog until i picked her up
been done f+cked all your friends, you in your feelings now
you can f+ck all my n+ggas, i don’t give a f+ck

[chorus: gmo stax]
who tryna tweak with me? (c’mon)
who tryna tweak with us? (c’mon)
who tryna tweak with me? (f+ck tryna tweak with me?)
who tryna tweak with us?
he can’t come around, he don’t tweak enough (he can’t come around)
she can’t come around, she don’t tweak enough (she can’t come around)
he can’t come around, he don’t tweak enough (he can’t come around)
she can’t come around, she don’t tweak enough (she can’t come around)
[verse 2: yn jay]
d+mn
beat the b+tch coochie down— ah
i just beat the b+tch coochie down, broke the headboard
i just hit a n+gga up top, that’s a head score
how the f+ck you up some dog sh+t and your mans poor?
b+tch, i own that crib you stand in, i’m your landlord
i’ma shoot the ak+47 ’til my hand sore
i just pulled up in a bumblebee, it can transform
oh, you talkin’ ’bout like the transformers?
d+mn, i think it’s finna be a raid, i heard the van door
bad b+tch, she from overseas, where your passport?
i’ll slice a n+gga head open with a black sword
i just hit the gas, i ain’t lookin’ at no dashboard
b+tch, i be tweakin’, got me trippin’ on the dancefloor
b+tch, you need to learn how to shake that lil’ ass, you need to dance more
hundred thousand dollars got my pants sore

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