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travis scott - topia twins lyrics

twin b+tches, twin b+tches
twin b+tches hoppin′ off a jetski (yeah)

twin b+tches, twin b+tches
twin b+tches hoppin’ off a jetski
yeah, it′s so hard to hide i’m a dawg, n+gga, i make a mistake and show it
way i shoot my shot at all these ho’s, i f+ck my shoulder up
travis, what if they twins and they siamese but they wanna f+ck us both? (yeah)
buy her what she want, and suck her toes, i′m tryna make her cum
told her, “throw it back and put that p+ssy on me” (yeah)
told her “sit it on this d+ck”, i took the glizzy on me
and you know this life been busy, man, i′m busy, homie
and i come through, throw a pack, she never leave me lonely (yeah, yeah)
i can’t do no cuddles, can′t stay to the mornin’ (can′t stay to the mornin’)
she an angel in the streets, a demon undercover (yeah)
lie to shawty like i hate her, f+ck her like i love her (f+ck her like i love her)
i be stuntin′ like my daddy, i’m from new orleans project
yeah
sittin’ sideways with a drink while i think
b+tches get cold in the summer, keep a mink
tell me what you do it for, better not think
another n+gga do it for her, before you blink
highway, movin′ right behind me, a fleet
if she get too annoyin′, find a beach
twin b+tches, twin b+tches
twin b+tches hoppin’ off a jetski
perfect
twin b+tches (21), twin dracs
twin glocks, twin jets (21)
charter planes, i don′t ride prop
slow stroke (perfect) from the back, i been drinkin’ wock
x+rays, cat scans, n+gga, ask my opps (21)
ten bad b+tches in the studio, they all props (perfect)
treat them n+ggas like rhythmic radio, they all pop
should′ve got some lypo, she got shots, now her ass dropped
slime sittin’ in the cell, i bet he comin′ home like pac (on god) (perfect)
she give me wet mouth, i need a mop
i don’t want that clean head, lil’ b+tch, i want that slop (21)
she can′t bring her phone, ain′t no givin’ out my drop
rockin′ lanvins when i step on n+gga’s blocks (on god)
need a dealer license, all these cars i done copped
they keep lookin′ for a head, but it’s goin′ down like ja (21)
oh, he think he tough? he just actin’, he the rock (yeah)
amazon prime, give me two days, i bet he drop (p+ssy)
sittin’ sideways with a drink while i think
b+tches get cold in the summer, keep a mink
tell me what you do it for, better not think
another n+gga do it for her, before you blink
highway, movin′ right behind me, a fleet
if she get too annoyin′, find a beach
twin b+tches, twin b+tches
twin b+tches hoppin’ off a jetski
it′s not electric, this sh+t gassed up, can you catch it? (skrr)
the virgil jetski, one of one+fifty, check the leverage (p+ssy)
got two twins, they top tier, that’s my favorite fetish
deep in the throat ′til she tear, i’m her favorite beverage (straight up)
ran out of time, made ten aps, man, i can′t retire
been on the road collectin’ rubberbands to match attire (yeah)
i got the vision, ain’t no dippin′ in that ayahuasca
this sh+t get thicker than a b+tch with stripes, i know she tell (p+ssy)
ayy twin, call her twin, tell her i′m in town now (21)
london b+tch, she wanna link, she drop the pin to pound town (21)
ass thick, when she walkin’ got this on surround sound (yeah)
and she tryna ride me like a wave, i′ma drown, drown
she say she like it wetter, so chopper it make it bounce, bounce (21)
she from the west, but when she with me she from down south
flew into town, not to hotel, but to the town house
i send the drop, they hit the drop, we brought the drops out (on god)
sittin’ sideways with a drink while i think
b+tches get cold in the summer, keep a mink
tell me what you do it for, better not think
another n+gga do it for her, before you blink (on god)
highway, movin′ right behind me, a fleet
if she get too annoyin’, find a beach (21)
twin b+tches, twin b+tches (yeah)
twin b+tches hoppin′ off a jetski

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