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why g - twitter fingers lyrics

[++intro: omt nate++]
he got his twitter fingers itchin’
twenty+two

[++verse 1: omt nate++]
he got his twitter fingers itchin’, like what’s he sniffin’?
dog hot and ready on the stove, brian griffin
two passed me an assist, i ain’t gon’ miss it’
she got her hands open like a dog tryin’ to get a biscuit
i can break it down, bag it up, i don’t need a ‘digi’
before i start my car, start my glock, i ain’t gonna risk it
police pull me over, wipe me down, omi got a ticket
in the surrey slums, killin’ rats, really gettin’ risky
your bitch don’t cook and clean for you, but she do my dishes
scratchin’ ops off, i just took em’ off the fuckin’ hit list
me and two droppin’ tracks, landin’ in the greatest hit list
ran too many down, my ankle got a fitbit
if your unclе got the bricks, i’m with it
my bro fresh home from thе cell, acquitted
my bitch get mad, she just thought i hit her sister
bro brought a fresh pint of barre, i almost kissed it
sorry bae, nah, i ain’t into hittin’ women
i’m into hittin’ up your auntie for her pain prescriptions
i make her sip a cup with me, now she walkin’ different
now everybody in your hood know your auntie sniffin’
i put the white in the pot, look like meg griffin
my dog got a lean gut, look like homer simpson
my dog beat a murder case, feel like o.j simpson
his bitch got a fat ass, she gon’ [?]
trap hot, better get this bitch ‘craigslisted’
busy talkin’ on the phone, let my lil’ bro mix it
say you got another play, i’m with it
you can meet me at the stop, i ain’t lazy on the shipment
[++verse 2: whyg++]
i heard that bitch sellin’ nines, i’mma band camp it
the’ mula’ never came first so its sexual harassment
just brought out the boy with the ‘switchy’, let’s see who move the fastest
i put the metal to his head like it’s chrome heart glasses
it’s december, but my killers shoot like it’s march madness
my black ‘custy’, he a rockstar just like lenny kravitz
you never did nothin’ in your life to call yourself a savage
i put that pussy in the earth, he sleepin’ in a casket
his momma wishin’ he grow out of it just like a cabbage
if he can smoke with your ‘crodie’, then we call it package
i put a button on the ‘glizzy’, now it’s automatic
feel like black adam with his 40, you don’t want the static
make you feel like black panther, the counter smoke could get you vanished
i put that boy in the sky, but he not acrobatic
half a breezy in the pot, i look like billie eilish
and i’m designer head to toe, i don’t need a stylist
and now this treasure on my body made me feel like pirates
and i can make a boy fly, he don’t need a pilot
walk inside your trap, free dope, come and try it
my ‘custy’ play guitar, look like billy ray cyrus
you know these bullets fuck your body up just like a virus
she put the dope in a straight line, then put in her sinus
when i cook the ‘fenty’ up, man, it look like science
i would’ve stepped on jack if i was the giant

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