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twin talk - 3.3 and gsbpaid lyrics

b*tch, i’ve been trappin all day. got these bops all outside think. i am. taxin for an eighth
im swerving in this i8 i’ll switch it to the wraith only time when nighas come outside is stepin wit the drake i just upped this big b*tch in yo motherf*cking face
i den took, my d*ck out, then i ask her how it taste i’ve been cleaning all day i count my money with a rake i slipped a perc in his purple, got him feeling like he laced
i used to swing the 45 had to go and grab my drac ion like to hang wit nighas all dees nighas do is fake i had to pick his body up then i threw it inna lake

(gsb n*gga) slow the whip hop out the dollie get to lurkin, n*ggas nеver shoot they guns all they blocks rеally be virgins
get the wrong vibe and let the chop sing with tina turner boys get behind the whip can’t get fl!cked i keep swerving (buyow)
slide down and throw that mask on it’s looking like we purging, fein called me trippin off the white he told it was perfect. beating down that one block i’m out the roof shoot like irving in this b*tch with key he walk a n*gga down ain’t got no purpose
i a buy a b*tch her shein cart she think she worth a birkin, up this big b*tch and let it bust i like how it be twerking. dropped a whole 4 in on accident it had me nervous, paranoid i’m riding with a opp b*tch she keep smirking

if i see a opp like a thot b*tch imma burn em….you see me hanging out the roof im tryna take his turban lil b*tch like to suck d*ck she ain’t no f*ckn virgin the feds tryna slow the whip down we gone keep on turnin all my nighas out we masked up like we f*ckn purgin nighas say it’s too much in my camp boy we f*ckn mergin my nigha t just bought a pint of lean we gone keep on slurpin my old fein den died off the boy imma keep on servin (dead ass nigha)
press gang we really drench sh*t these n*ggas claim they steppers, ion give a f*ck about yo name boy you can die a legend
opp b*tch just gave the lo im pulling thru give me a second up the 4 nick shoot 30 from a distance like i’m stephen. i’m the type to take a n*gga out the game it’s like i’m reffing told b*tch to turn around, i don’t like the way she neck me. riding round with a chop so tell a opp come try to press me in the club with the glock went through the back ain’t let them check me

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