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vontee the singer - twi$ted, pt. 2 lyrics

[intro: keith sweat]
you know you are my lover
(you know you want my lovin’, baby)
you got me twisted over you
(girl, you got me twisted over you)
i know i got what you need
(i got what you need right here, baby)
so what you wanna do?
and this beat from cash, not from youtube

[verse 1: vontee the singer]
i’m afraid of you
i don’t care if you’re a friend of me
i could handle you, but i don’t know if you can handle me
what you into, i can tell that you’re sinful, what you’ve been through
pop that p+ssy like a pimple, eat my d+ck ’til i nut on your dimples
surprise, i’m sorry it got in your eyes
my cousin went down her thighs like a slide
i’m leaving it on her, saying no goodbyes
and we know she gonna f+ck on the guys
[?], like d+mn
p+ssy wetty like a lake
i wanna put your body on a plate
love when you eat my d+ck up like a steak
she can suck the venom out of a snake
she revised me, but not out the way
she tryna write me, i might’ve just met by mistake
p+ssy so tight, it’s like i cannot escape
i want the top floor play, i just see ja in a rave
i don’t want no broke b+tch, all i want is rich s+x
she want me to f+ck her, ‘fore she got to get her lips wet
first, she gotta get my d+ck wet
if it ain’t sloppy, i’m not impressed
i ain’t even showing interest
all these b+tches getting bench pressed
it’s the beamer, but i want the benz next
like, i f+ck with you now, but i want your friend next
’cause, she knowing all the words to my songs
she tryna swing my d+ck up like a [?]
and i’m tryna eat her p+ssy through her thong (through her thong)
[verse 2: cash cobain & vontee the singer]
my baby so bad, she look like nia long
and i’m tryna eat her p+ssy through my soul
i’m tryna eat her p+ssy through her thong
and she tryna suck my b+lls through my draws
i told her, “i don’t do [?], i do raw” (like d+mn)
you want it, you get it all ’cause you spoiled
you want me up in your walls, give me call (for sure)
i wanna do it all, do it all
i wanna put my d+ck up in your jaw
i’m tryna eat your p+ssy with some hoes
twisted, send me a addy, i’m bendin’, bendin’
she don’t even rap, but shawty be spittin’
the way that i eat on that p+ssy, i swear to god, it was thanksgiving
the way that i eat on that p+ssy, i swear to god, she won’t forget it
go crazy, lil’ mama, my favorite lil’ mama, i don’t think you get it
they hatin’, lil’ mama, they ‘bating lil’ mama, tell ’em bout they business
the n+ggas will say this the greatest lil’ mama, ride it like the [?]
the henny, [?], the chaser, i swear to god, it got me twisted
tss (for sure), i’m tryna rump off a perc
i’m tryna rump, tryna f+ck off a perc
from the back, make you cum off a perc
i bet you can’t make my d+ck nut off a perc
f+ck a b+tch like a sl+t off a perc
i’m hitting that sh+t from the front, make her squirt
slizzy god, i’ma take her to church
slizzy god, so i gave her the word
like i’m scamming, i gave her the works
i’m hitting them angles, i [?]
dribbling that p+ssy, i feel like i’m dirk
i’m k!lling that p+ssy, put it in the dirt
this b+tch just told me to take her to turks
i know this b+tch got me twisted, oh for sure (for sure)
[outro: cash cobain]
i know this b+tch got me twisted, oh for sure
i know this b+tch got me twisted, oh for sure
i know this b+tch got me twisted, oh for sure (for sure)
i know this b+tch got me twisted, oh for sure (for sure)

- vontee the singer lyrics

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