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celine - fat twin lyrics

[you know what’s pop?]
come on. yeah. come on. yeah. come on
yeah. come on. yeah. uh

i’ma keep shooting my glizzy until my 50 stop
300 and does bro all cash and that’s what 50 got
that’s my favorite talkie getting smashed on, we need 60 chops
i be around some gunners, bro. some uses for n*ggas to get my drop

and we k!ll grandmas, we k!ll kids, you should never got me high
spending this sh*t out his block, every day i’m a santa, somebody meet my glock
i was all praise for real, but back as a kid i used to be round with puff
if you ever loaded up, bout to be ready to blow it. you scared, we not

consider we putting that bеlt on them
b*tches eatin’, shе put all that neck on me
f*ck a t, get put on the shelf on me
tweakin’ the store with the guys. get laugh on me
pay ball, we ain’t ducking no rack on himself to go through the vest on
money green pixel ain’t got what you need. it’s the top of the shelf on him

i got some liquor, nothing else on me
i got fans on the left of me
murder she wrote. they gon’ cry when we sink in the boat
i got guns, they want us to step on them
i got dogs but i don’t need help for him
i break out with some fellas. what’s left for him?
i’ll do the most, but i’m not with that. making a post, everybody getting toast if i step through
sending my head tryna put up a milli, but all my hoes keep begging
i ain’t tryna get tough, you want me to bump to get up and i bet we gon’ did it
double all we deluxe. but the track in the backing up can’t spank them daily
i plan b out my kids and all they momma, i guess i’m a deadbeat
can’t shake what he did, i’m running straight jump up on me, who said they gon’ tell me
her booty? so b*tch, she came with 3 or 4 kids. she d*mn that scared me

second. d*mn, we gettin’ that packing
bbl. i’m beating her back in
on the boats for the line. no tax and drake with the mob. we sliding in traffic
on that car, we ain’t givin’ no passes
shawty say round of applause, get the clapping
mike amiri death in that fashion
birdie said chrome and he makes it 11

i’ma walk through that b*tch like i’m trayvon. hoodie on. unlike boogie
cut up crew pick him up we come get sh*t touch pushin’. never said no to me
if i’m doing too much they ain’t doing enough. n*gga really can’t say nothing to me
got me tweakin’ like sh*t. smack him up like you chris, you a b*tch, you another on bully

- fat twin lyrics

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