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summrs – twin say lyrics

verse 1 [summrs]:

okay, put the gloves on, n+gga, we going in, don’t drop that rod
my n+gga, deuce tweaked out on x pills, because he might have to [?]
[?] flocked out, n+ggas our way, unless you want his ass to meet god
we in that fast b+tch, in a fast lane, that b+tch knew it was us, soon as she saw it
my n+ggas sending that drank through the east, [?], that b+tch gon land tomorrow
my n+ggas keepin that self+defense even if you poppin out at the mall
in a ferrari spider on the i+10, that b+tch tryna call a f+cking wall
ain’t none of my n+ggas hoes, we stand on all 10 like we tall
she tryna kick sh+t with the big dogs, put her ass on molly, she got lockjaw
n+gga see this b+tch liking my pics on ig, asking did i hit, im like “nah”
just linked with my n+gga [?] he showed me a hundred, told that b+tch we ball
all my x b+tches tell me im going hollywood, [?]
sippin quavo, quavo, quavo, clutching that draco, knock ya ass off
my n+gga wick clutch sticks like it’s taliban, ‘just walked in with the hoe sawed+off
b+tch keep tryna tell me she love me, lil b+tch you stupid, just take clothes off

verse 2 [kankan]:

yea, like hol on
you know we got dracs inside this b+tch
[?], you can lose yo life inside this b+tch
i got 2 phones, cuz these hoes be on my d+ck
walked in with 2 poles, even though these n+ggas they ain’t on sh+t
like the group home, hol on, two+tone, aye freeband sh+t, b+tch i feel like pluto
hol on rr (moan) taliban
drac came with a scope, uh heard it hit his mans
hol on, twin say, that sh+t fire as f+ck, cop that new drac
hol on, twin say , when you blow that b+tch, make sure you hit his face
hol on, twin say, [?], and throw that b+tch away
ridin broad day, ain’t no women, so it ain’t no case
hol on, twin say, call up pj, yea we outta state
i’m like “d+mn”
how the f+ck i catch a case right outta state
and i caught that b+tch soon as i left la
aye had a bond, was out the second day
outro: okay, put the gloves on, n+gga, we going in, don’t drop that rod
my n+gga, deuce tweaked out on x pills, because he might have to [?]
[?] flocked out, n+ggas our way, unless you want his ass to meet god
we in that fast b+tch, in a fast lane, that b+tch knew it was us, soon as she saw it
my n+ggas sending that drank through the east, [?], that b+tch gon land tomorrow
my n+ggas keepin that self+defense even if you poppin out at the mall
in a ferrari spider on the i+10, that b+tch tryna call a f+cking wall

- summrs lyrics

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