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thf tp - twilight lyrics

[verse 1: thf tp]
look at the flick of my wrist
yea i’m late but i had to remix
4-6, 46 in my clip
bout to hit em with full, it was 50 in it
you can’t go to war with no money
got c-ke in the bando we taxin’ for this
come correct when you knock on the door
this sh-t fresh off the boat, serve em 8 in the split
real n-gg-s relate to this
fake n-gg-s be fakin’ they sh-t
talk tough on the internet
see em in person, i bet he gon’ run out his timbs
my clip full of hallows
them pills that i swallowed they got me too high like a blimp
i leave, i don’t follow
bronem in that tahoe behind me with 4 cooler kits
ak-47, choppas, mac-11s
send you to heaven with this smith & wesson
to be a real n-gg- is a blessin’
plug in the hood, i shake up with a reverend
vip section, these drugs got me sweatin’
i did a club strippers shakin’, i text her
shorty was good it was nun to s-x her
had to show her the ropes to impress her, next her
designer stuffed in my dresser, flexin’
f-ck on your b-tch while i f-ck up the money on sunday
bought a new car it was monday
tuesday forgot what i did on monday
i was too high rollin’, bussin’ on gunplay, woah
i be talkin’ that sh-t
cause i do it i done it, i rap what i live
and none of us say what i did
cause that sh-t that i did i know god won’t forgive
i witnessed my n-gg-s get k!lled
and i can’t forget how i shed them tears
this sh-t got me f-cked up for years
n-gg-s see me they run, opps know what it is
thf we some savages
grew from sh-t, we ain’t havin’ it
backwood stuff with the cannabis
your sh-t be tampered with
my sh-t come from the africans
when i’m smokin’ on p-ssionate
swipin’ and crackin’ sh-t, got your hoe feelin’ p-ssionate
know it come from the ratchet b-tch
smashin’ and p-ssionate, plus she irrationate
gimme a khloe, i need a kardashian
jump in the foreign, i’m feelin bout crashin’ it
roll up a wood, i ain’t thinkin’ bout p-ssin’ it
stay to yourself, when you smoke on that cancer stick
i f-cked a ratchet b-tch, she know not to ask for sh-t
spend that sh-t with my brothas
we come from the struggle
we raised in the jungle, see blood in a puddle
i tackle, we fumble

[bridge: thf gbaby]
ayy, n-gg-s see me then they runnin’
got sum to say but why you mumblin’
n-gg- you don’t really want it

[chorus: thf gbaby]
pick uncle rake
cause my shorties on s
that lil n-gg- thirsty
just to make a mess
i told em get on your -ss
after they secure the bag
cause the f-ck n-gg- he dead
i put a tec on your head
we do it first, n-gg- copyin’
push b-tton key to the skrrt that i be in
couldn’t get him but you know we got his man
how you sleep in a [?] but he got shot again
ayy ayy, n-gg- get popped just like a can
i can never love a thot i wanna f-ck her friend

[verse 2: thf gbaby]
my n-gg- see a stain he get poked
lil b-tch we the eater gang, you ain’t know
she was just givin’ me top
when [?] came through the door
told the lil b-tch to get dressed, gotta go
just sucked my glizzy anin’t talkin bout no clothes
i bet this .50 won’t jam if it blow
f-ck n-gg- pick a side, it’s your choice
i can hear the b-tch side of your voice
we play with the sticks just like it’s a toy
they know i’m 4-6, i don’t f-ck around with the rich boys

[verse 3: thf twin]

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