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twista - warm embrace lyrics

it’s like i got the 4-4 c-cked
on the block in it two door dropped
and my spot is keepin’ but hot
the p-ssy–ss cop throw some murder in the lot
my n-gg- got popped with a bullet that was meant for me
the adapt by t’s and b’s and the regencies
f-ck what the reason be, i’ma start squeezin’ these
them n-gg-s ain’t g’s, they wanna be thugs
and it ain’t sh-t, these ain’t no m-th-f-ckin’ slugs
the fools and plugged plus ain’t no hoes over here
i done dropped more dead bodies than tears
brought to life momma’s worst fears
pictures of a son dyin’ from that hot ones flyin’
baby mama’s cryin’ at the funeral
’cause the magnum lit him like a black (?)
when i rolled out on his -ss on the solo
i caught him up on mo-mo cookin’ up co-co
i got to tip on the low-low
bust it there like po-po takin’ lives with the, oh no
it’s a 4-4 many missles with a silent sub for the whistle
my favorite pistol
’cause when i let that b-tch ride
i know the homicide is being counted out, it’s official
n-gg-s steady b-mpin’ guns, but don’t want none
because of these hot ones that explode on contact
a maniac just prepared to die in combat
besides all that my 4-4 keeps my laced dawg he paid and safe
i can see the fear in your face as i reach my waist for this warm embrace

i got plenty love for the 4-4
but when i pick it up, i don’t wanna let it go
because a n-gg- straight lovin’ your warm embrace
i got plenty love for the 4-5
but when i pick it up, i don’t wanna let it ride
but still i bust ’cause i survive from your warm embrace
i got plenty love for the nine-mill
and when i pick it up, i don’t really wanna kill
but still i bust because i’m needin’ your warm embrace
all you m-th-f-ckas better duck and hide
before i let it ride, the sucka stepped aside
still i bust because i’m lovin’ your warm embrace

i love the element of surprise when i’m taking these hoes lives
with my customized 4-5
get enough ammunition to knock off you, your crew and some more guys
you m-th-f-ckas better get wise
make sure your first shot is sweet, tryin’ to kill the elite
’cause you ain’t gettin’ no more tries
make the n-gg-‘s nubian mother weap, but f-ck it
as long as i don’t get whole cries
put the beam between his eyes and make that b-tch n-gg- so wise
no matter what the size of the warm embrace of my forty-five
make sure that n-gg- crossed me dies
you don’t wanna throw them thangs
when i c-cked and aim (?) think in these few seconds time
but mayz ain’t new to the game
i use the spark when we start to light up this thunderin’ crime
but n-gg-s get bucked for dime and it’s like you’re a magnet for sin
(?) pretend to be your friend ’til they get close enough to your ends
to do you in, that sh-t puts me on ten
and make me wanna put the barrel of this solid fiend
upon under that n-gg-‘s chin, plus he talkin’ big sh-t about war
like he don’t know my stee, now mob’s gon’ win
but i dare one of you n-gg-s to say my name
’cause i put a f-ckin’ bullet into your closest skin
just to get under your skin like a dirty syringe
plus i know you can’t win with a gun or a pin
so when you see mayz come in the place you better say your grace
before i f-ck up your face like a can of mace
before i get disgraced, i’ma catch a case
maybe you hoes fear the wrath of my warm embrace

would you (? ) of the team, for sure
hold you ever so tightly, i love you nina and never wanna let you go
miss millimeter’s makin’ the (?) m-th-f-ckas gotsta be ruckus
when i get my clutches upon this hoe
itchin’ to let the barrel blow
like a sparrow, how it flow, like an arrow (? )
spit ’em up and swallow slow
i reload, clippin’ your -ss crack, you constantly blast back
payback from flashback, some b-tches know
bust ’til i see the chrome from the intro
you was f-cked from the phasin’, deep with the cuts and abrasion
erupts and amazin’, n-gg-, my nina bucked
f-ck the gauge and enemies get (?) up from the blazin’
fool you be burnin’ them with your black -ss
murderous hips, hurtin’ the grips, ride on personal list
deposition die for servin’ them six
everyone of ’em with a hit but some are missin’ of a jerk to the kick
’cause i be working my b-tch
tryin’ to pimp her but she a wild and a tame thang
kick a static on when she g-ngb-ng, blast in the fullest moon
n-gg-s better pull it soon or else suffer h-llafied bullet wounds
and even though i stay clubbed with some thugs, why call ’em stug
when it comes to (?) run about she draw my blood
static under the bra ’cause everytime i take a hit at the bud
and give you a hug you gon’ pop up a slug
drinkin’ remy on the block, gotta bust the glock
when the henny hit the chest, bustin’ smith-n-wess
f-ck the discussion, i’m bustin’ ’em all, clutchin’ my b-lls
if i see i’ll be laid to rest, let me hit the s-x
lose (?) but used to be a problem solver
but the nina made me a baller
go strapped and take the place of the black nine
leave ’em flat lines, feelin’ fury, you was born to taste
from my warm embrace

i got plenty love for the 4-4, 4-4, 4-4
warm embrace
i got plenty love for the 4-5 (4-5), 4-5 (4-5), 4-5
warm embrace
i got plenty love for the nine-mill (nine-mill), nine-mill

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