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twisted black - big city lyrics

[verse 1: awal]
i told you hoes, “no intros,” that his foes’ll fold so freely
deep like we just dj hickers can’t see me, not even the pd can g me
so leave y’all crip b+tter set with full speeding measure
and say, “we there, what time do you wanna see that pain of the pleasure?”
it’s whatever, the prophesy has come to be, see the weather?
notice how you’re now mixin’ your summers and winters together?
i kicks with the actual, factual, fictional lever
if i say, “yankee doodle, winter town,” then look for the feather
sippin’ on wellas, dippin’ on chrome, sittin’ on leather
grippin’ on wood, smith & wesson up under my sweater
countin’ my cheddar, so for the worst and hope for the better
my b+tch is beretta, and she do whatever i tell her
hustle forever, actin’ a fifth, i got a vendettas
i got to get clever, you should see what’s under my cellar
remain for the jealous and a couple of pounds of weeds for the fellas
who down with endeavors of leaving certain body parts severed
we take it to levels that’ll bring out the b+tch in the devil
i’m runnin’ with rebels who seem more faded than the bank tellers
ready whenever, whether they come with fist or the metal
the score will be settled, who said my body’s lay in the rubble?
you lookin’ for trouble? you found it, murder rage the booth
did i bust your bubble? am i too rough or am i too subtle?
i got a rocket in my pocket that blast off like sp+ce shuttles
’cause life is a puzzle, put your pieces together and hustle
[chorus: twisted black & l+dog]
big cars, big dough, big jewels, big work
big schemes, big things, big city, fort worth
big player, big paper, big rims, big whip
big clap, big house, big city down south
big cars, big dough, big jewels, big work
big schemes, big things, big city, fort worth
big player, big paper, big rims, big whip
big clap, big house, big city down south

[verse 2: l+dog]
a star in the makin’, came up from the pavement
a pocket full of ends, grey benz, light grey tint
another starvin’ artist who comin’ the hardest
i spit fire like lucifer, provin’ you’re garbage (provin’ your garbage)
thangs done changed, we backin’ again (backin’ again)
one of the sickest sixteens, bump this sh+t in kristen (bump this sh+t in kristen)
g’s i must represent ’til i dizzle
hit his girl with the pickle, let ’em know what the f+ck+nickel (let ’em know what the f+ck+nickel)
so cold in the physical, with this lyrical
i shine like the sun when i bomb it’s pitiful, uh (it’s pitiful)
the raps like a, cr+p game blocka
knock out your brain, knocker, gone with the games, partner (gone with them games, partner)
i’m equipped to rip tracks to shreds (to shreds)
to win, i pimp my pen to hot lead (hot lead)
man, i do work, tryna hit ’em where it hurts
with jams of grams and for when k town, that’s fo’ cars
[chorus: twisted black & l+dog]
big cars, big dough, big jewels, big work
big schemes, big things, big city, fort worth
big player, big paper, big rims, big whip
big clap, big house, big city down south
big cars, big dough, big jewels, big work
big schemes, big things, big city, fort worth
big player, big paper, big rims, big whip
big clap, big house, big city down south

[verse 3: twisted black]
i’m from the city where the good dies hard in the road
and the soft backs of fo’, so n+gga harden ya nose
’cause everything goes, we pushin’ and we hack for the dime (yeah)
yeah, i died out on the grind but comin’ back for what’s mine
from sackin’ up dimes (mmm), fist fights and action with 9s
it’s the city where i chose to sell crack and just climb
no droppin’ no dimes, singin’ no lyrics to these folks
man, i buck my chest and bang ’til my spirit is broke
on serious note (mmm), i’m prayin’ that you’re hearin’ this quote
and you can judge a real n+gga, ain’t no fear in his throat
i spit from the gut, i post up and grip on my nuts
’cause in the city of the funk, a n+gga’s got to be tough
i gots to the rough, i gots to keep it stiff as a board
and when it sparks, then i gots to be a two+by+four
and hold my own, patty said i’m on my own (fo’ sho)
even though i’m on parole, i gots to hold my chrome
dusk to dawn, prayin’ ’til this spirit is gone
then the enemy proceeds to rush me with his p+wns
we livin’ inside ’em and verbatim we live at the bottom
anything against the grain, you best believe that we got ’em (haha)
i’m spiritual though, i’m sho’ that you could hear in my flow
but it’s so hard to seek the sun when it’s so clear that it’s snow
don’t come through these parts with sound mind and love in your heart
all the things you never done when you come through, you gon’ start off in my city
[chorus: twisted black & l+dog]
big cars, big dough, big jewels, big work
big schemes, big things, big city, fort worth
big player, big paper, big rims, big whip
big clap, big house, big city down south
big cars, big dough, big jewels, big work
big schemes, big things, big city, fort worth
big player, big paper, big rims, big whip
big clap, big house, big city down south
big cars, big dough, big jewels, big work
big schemes

- twisted black lyrics

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