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lxwlife – tweakin together (remix) lyrics

[intro: lxwlife]
as your witness
don’t lose yourself in this

[verse 1: lxwlife]
that .40 on my waist, i made it out sadly
don’t f+ck off with my money, i been makin’ trappin’
shorty wanna [?]
[?], motherf+ck the cap sh+t
ridin’ into my zone
i ain’t want you in my f+ckin’ home
p+ssy ass boy, i want the air control
but you just be [?] with the f+ckin’ show
but they just want me dead, i don’t really know
i just wanna go, i just wanna go
ha+hatin’ on [?]. hatin’ on tour
i’ma go world tour when i k!ll all
everyday i feel like drugs, i feel like i’m p+ssed off
and i got adderall for the f+ckin’ mourn
we don’t gotta ball, ball, we don’t gotta ball
boy, [?] when i got withdrawals, aye

[chorus: bktherula & lxwlife]
(yuh) and i know these n+ggas mad as f+ck (yuh)
b+tch, i’m in the trap with tm, we throw it up ™
pour a four while my n+gga throw it up (pour a four)
and, b+tch, i’m off the good tens, i might just throw it up (b+tch, i’m off that dope for real)
these n+ggas ain’t got no swag for real (n+ggas ain’t got no swag)
and i ain’t no lil baby but b+tch, i’m in my bag for real (i’m in my f+ckin’ bag, b+tch)
high as f+ck, got jet lag for real (i got jet lag, b+tch)
this mac+11 come with a 32 mag, for real (mars) (yeah, yeah)
[verse 2: bktherula]
and me and that n+gga geeked, we be tweakin’ together (oh yeah, oh yeah)
and i sure is rockin’ hoodies in this d+mn hot ass weather
that n+gga just like me, i ain’t know i had a tether
ain’t no n+gga totin’ like me, yo’ sh+t light as a feather
i don’t wanna work wit’ you, don’t care, that’s cool
singin’ my heart out on this mic right on this f+cking stool (yeah, yeah)
no internet, lil’ b+tch, beef with this f+ckin’ tool
and i don’t gotta show my ass, lil’ ho, to flex on you (h+ll nah)
santana, i’ma flex on you (i’ma flex on you)
and i ain’t gotta shake my ass, lil’ ho, to flex on you, you (oh yeah, oh yeah)
kaine with the glizzy, i’ma handle you (go, go)
b+tch, these vvs on my neck wet like a f+cking pool (go) (mars)

[chorus: bktherula]
and i know these n+ggas mad as f+ck
b+tch, i’m in the trap with tm, we throw it up ™
pour a four while my n+gga throw it up (pour a four)
and, b+tch, i’m off the good tens, i might just throw it up (b+tch, i’m off that dope for real)
these n+ggas ain’t got no swag for real (n+ggas ain’t got no swag)
and i ain’t no lil baby but b+tch, i’m in my bag for real (i’m in my f+ckin’ bag, b+tch)
high as f+ck, got jet lag for real (i got jet lag, b+tch)
this mac+11 come with a 32 mag, for real (mars) (yeah, yeah)

[outro: bktherula]
this mac+11 come with a 32 mag, for real
and i ain’t no lil baby but b+tch, i’m in my bag for real

- lxwlife lyrics

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