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twin - fella lyrics

(tag)
(ay that’s zay*)

(hook)
n*ggas on my back, but my shoulders don’t be hurtin’
ay tell me what’s the word twin?
shorty stay down, i might buy my b*tch a birkin
ay tell me what’s the word twin?
n*ggas on my back, but my shoulders don’t be hurtin’
808 sliding, you know zay be in his birkin
when i be outside, n*ggas ask me what’s the word twin?
ay tell me what’s the word twin?

(verse 1)
n*ggas call me twin, but the bank don’t get me mixed up
yeah it’s up, prada, louis, on me mixed up
i don’t f*ck with thotties, always hit ’em with a big dub
all your b*tches ones, like you goin’ to the strip club
when i be outside, n*ggas ask me what’s the word?
me and girly foodies, we know spots you never heard
i got n*ggas in the city, i got n*ggas in the ‘burbs
homie movin’ white girl, brodie such a perv
i got love for all my n*ggas gettin’ money in the street
gotta do a little sinning, ’cause they baby need to eat
lord jesus please believe us, this ain’t really what it seems
we had homies facing charges, we ain’t get to chase our dreams
now when i be in the streets, n*ggas tell me what’s the word twin?
know fella gon’ get a bag for a certain
i ain’t on the net, gotta see me out in person
if it ain’t ’bout a benji then it’s curtains, ay
(hook)

(verse 2)
good cologne to every venue, yeah that’s mandatory
takin’ trips to different islands, i don’t need a blammatory
never hard to find, y’all just hate exploring
can’t find the girl of your dreams ’cause she in my foreign
smoked a cuban last week on the beach in st. martin
local rums make the cigar taste just like russian cream
to the left is the ocean, to the right is my queen
at 24 i’ve seen more than you’ll ever see
by the time i’m 32, i’ll be living overseas though
can’t recall a time i was trippin’ off a hoe
went from 22 a p, to 25k a show
y’all still be looking up to me, when i’m feeling low
brudda hit my line like ay, tell me what’s the word twin?
girly keep the glocky, and you know they both be squirtin’
barely see me out, ’cause you know we always workin’
with zay on the beat, i know that sh*t is gon’ be perfect

(hook)

(tag)
(ay that’s zay*)

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