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​evil twin - ​ian lyrics

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[intro]
sh*t, a’ight
yeah, this switch make the*, pfft
sh*t, d*mn

[verse 1: ian]
this switch up on that glock, i cl!ck that sh*t, just like it’s nervous
you f*cked up what i gave you, want that back?, you gotta earn it
i just hit b.o.a., and took out ten without a purpose
just supercharged this foreign, sh*t might be my favorite [?], it’s fast

[verse 2: punkwokstar]
yeah, pour a deuce in my cream soda, then i [?] mud
if a n*gga talkin’ down our gang, we light him up
choppa must’ve hit his b*tch, gave her a tummy tuck (yeah, like what the f*ck?)

[verse 3: ian]
yo’ bro just took a hit, he scared as h*ll, he think he dyin’
lil’ boy come get yo’ b*tch, she on my d*ck, i just arrived (she tryna f*ck)
these jeans not even skinny, stuffed the racks, can’t fit my thighs
just spent a pretty penny on yo’ mans, so say goodbye (sh*t cost a lot)

[verse 4: punkwokstar]
yeah, come and get yo’ mans, he cappin’ off the percs, yeah he keep itchin’ his hands
shoot a n*gga feet, make a n*gga dance cha*cha (cha*cha)
might even give this b*tch a chance, yeah, ha*ha (ha*ha)
[verse 5: ian]
i don’t really like to talk, i let that semi do it for me
boy you really broke as h*ll, and worry ’bout me, it’s kind of funny (like what the f*ck)
i really don’t take no l’s, i just sit back, and count my money
this big ass russian mink, it hold a ‘hunnid, cost like twenty (god d*mn)

[verse 6: punkwokstar]
yeah, yo’ b*tch on onlyfans
i’m countin’ silly bands, i came with evil plans, ha*ha
watch me do my money dance
yo’ b*tch ain’t make no money that’s why you her only fan

[verse 7: ian]
i done made too many f*ckin’ benji’s, don’t know how to act (what the f*ck)
my outfit cost like mother f*ckin’ fifty, i don’t mean to brag
boy how you broke as h*ll, and in yo fifty’s?, need to get a bag
i just saw my name up in your mentions that sh*t made me mad (ah) h*ll

[verse 8: punkwokstar]
yeah, that sh*ts’ pretty bad, saw yo’ b*tch on instagram, that sh*t’s pretty sad (d*mn)
this n*gga fumbled bag, pulled up with my blower, then he doubled back

[verse 9: ian]
uh, bro just grabbed the switch, and brought it back, with nothin’ in it
uh, i just hit yo’ b*tch, and broke her back, i’m done with her (bah)
no need to use my legs, i’ll let that drum kick ’em (bah)
just left this b*tch on read, she sent me a drunk message (bah)
[outro: punkwokstar]
oh my god

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