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krucifix - twin sisters lyrics

yuh yuh yuh
huh huh huh
huh huh
yuh huh
huh huh
huh

(chorus)
yea i got two twin glockies
n these b+tches twin sisters
two twin glockies n these b+tches real hitters
they say i needa kick the cup
i’m f+cking up my liver
im on my rockstar sh+t
purple soda what im p+ssin
(that drank)

(verse)
yuh
told that b+tch im finna cut up
settin me up, you ain’t sendin sh+t up
smokin’ loud pack turn yo bro to some dust
4+door truck lil b+tch we bussin
i was in the back of the studio, countin hundreds
real drank nahthis sh+t ain’t ‘tussin
that boy saw the maniacs, he started running
(verse 2)
big ass guns, no we not tussling
countin up money, yall boys got nothing
turn nothing into something
yeah i got the whole crowd jumping
yeah i got this hoe on my d+ck
yeah i’m rockin the moshpit
we get high, yea we get lit
i’m still bussin off my sh+t

(verse 3)
yeah that brand new cooling kit
yeah im masked up with a stick
talkin’ sh+t then you get hit
apply that pressure, glock on my hip
f+ck that b+tch, then i dip
yea im geeked, i can’t hear
2+door coupe, done hopped out the whip
i got h+lla racks, they on me
yeah this glock f+ck up yo’ tummy
pull up to yo’ block, yea leave that sh+t ugly
nah i wouldn’t trust that b+tch, cause that b+tch wanna f+ck me
cutter on me, turn that boy to a dummy
wipin his nose but it still stay runny
10 bands, yeah that sh+t pocket money
i’m hangin with the maniacs
yeah lil b+tch i got mob ties
you might get hit in the cross fire
shoot out the whip, i got flat tires
(chorus)
yea i got two twin glockies
n these b+tches twin sisters
two twin glockies n these b+tches real hitters
they say i needa kick the cup
i’m f+cking up my liver
im on my rockstar sh+t
purple soda what im p+ssin
(that drank)

woah
woah
woah
woah
woah
woah

- krucifix lyrics

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