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lil twist - message to g.o.o.d music [pusha t diss] lyrics

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yeah
[ugh danberry]
mula
you know i’on give a f-ck (no, b-tch)
you know i dun give two f-cks

hook:
you know i dun give a f-ck, in this bentley truck
better put them b-tches up, we quick to pick em up
know my n-ggas leave a mess we ain’t with the famous stuff
and we keep the semi tucked that’s the quick-to-pick-her-up
make me swingin’ in the demon got to put the hammers up
shooting in the whip and text the boss the b’ness done
if the n-gga still breathin’ spin the block and finish em
trappin’ in the hood we trappin’ out the renaissance
wrap the birds and let em fly them b-tches bring back ten a month

verse 1:
strap a n-gga to the bag time is tickin’ ticking bomb
find his mom find his son i swear to god job is done
trick a n-gga like john lennon say that till the cops come (ugh)
pushin’ me ain’t no f-ckin’ pushin’ me
we take a n-gga to the cliff and push em off pusha t
who’s he? sh-t i heard ’bout where you chill
sh-t i heard ’bout where you live
and now you heard is how i’ll run all off in a n-gga crib
nah for real you n-ggas weak g.o.o.d music need to chill
‘for i show em what’s real ice cube, cypress hill
mike tyson, holyfield, sin city, k!ll bill
pourin’ cups, poppin’ pills and still…

hook:
i dun give a f-ck, in this bentley truck
better put them b-tches up, we quick to pick em up
know my n-ggas leave a mess we ain’t with the famous stuff
and we keep the semi tucked that’s the quick-to-pick-her-up
make me swingin’ in the demon got to put the hammers up
shooting in the whip and text the boss the b’ness done
if the n-gga still breathin’ spin the block and finish em
trappin’ in the hood we trappin’ out the renaissance
wrap the birds and let em fly them b-tches bring back ten a month

verse 2:
b-tches bring back twelve a month, light a blunt then light him up
bad b-tch invite her up she chilling with the higher ups
twizzy f and the ‘f’ is for frequent flyer uh huh
young hot boy to the f-cking third degree
it ain’t no f-cking serving me i swear the block is courtesy
get that clear clarities, stuffing packs and cherokees
ice cream paint job oreo mcflurry seeds
cashing out signing deals a couple mills a couple bills
a couple houses on the hills a couple pints a couple seals
a couple steels got this n-ggas running drills getting chills
pouring cups and popping pills and still…

hook:
i dun give a f-ck, in this bentley truck
better put them b-tches up, we quick to pick em up
know my n-ggas leave a mess we ain’t with the famous stuff
and we keep the semi tucked that’s the quick-to-pick-her-up
make me swingin’ in the demon got to put the hammers up
shooting in the whip and text the boss the b’ness done
if the n-gga still breathin’ spin the block and finish em
trappin’ in the hood we trappin’ out the renaissance
wrap the birds and let em fly them b-tches bring back ten a month

[ugh danberry]



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