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topia twins vol.2 - jackzen lyrics

[intro: travis scott & rob49]
twin b*tches, twin b*tches
twin b*tches hoppin’ off a jetski (yeah)
(ayy, what we doin’?)
twin b*tches, twin b*tches (yeah)
twin b*tches hoppin’ off a jetski (yeah, yeah)

[verse 1: rob49]
it’s so hard to hide i’m a dawg, n*gga, i make a mistake and show it
way i shoot my shot at all these hoes, i f*ck my shoulder up
travis, what if they twins and they siamese, but they wanna f*ck us both? (yeah)
buy her what she want and suck her toes, i’m tryna make her cum
told her throw it back and put that p*ssy on me (yeah)

[verse 2: travis scott & rob49]
told her sit it on this d*ck, i took the glizzy off me
and you know this life been busy, man, i’m bizzy, homie
and i come through, throw a pack, she never leave me lonely (yeah, yeah)
i can’t do no cuddles, can’t stay ’til the mornin’ (can’t stay ’til the mornin’)
she an angel in the streets, a demon undercover (yeah)
lie to shorty like i hate her, f*ck her like i love her (f*ck her like i love her)
i be stuntin’ like my daddy, i’m from new orleans project (from new orleans project)
yeah

[chorus: travis scott]
sittin’ sideways with a drink while i think
b*tches get cold in the summer, keep a mink
tell me what you doin’ for her, better not think
another n*gga do it for her before you blink
highway movin’ right behind me, a fleet
if she get too annoyin’, find a beach
twin b*tches, twin b*tches
twin b*tches hoppin’ off a jetski (perfect)
[verse 3: 21 savage]
twin b*tches (21), twin dracs
twin glocks, twin jets (21)
charter planes, i don’t ride prop
slow stroke (yeah, perfect) from the back, i been drinkin’ wock’
x*rays, cat scans, n*gga, ask my opps (21)
ten bad b*tches in the studio, they all props (perfect)
treat them n*ggas like rhythmic radio, they all pop
should’ve got some lipo’, she got shots, now her ass dropped
slime sittin’ in the cell, i bet he comin’ home like pac (on god, perfect)
she give me wet mouth, i need a mop
i don’t want that clean head, lil’ b*tch, i want that slop (21)
she can’t bring her phone, ain’t no givin’ out my drop
rockin’ lanvins when i step on n*ggas’ blocks (on god)
need a dealer license, all these cars i done copped
they keep lookin’ for her head, but it’s goin’ down like joc (21)
oh, he think he tough? he just actin’, he the rock (yeah)
amazon prime, give me two days, i bet he drop (p*ssy)

[chorus: travis scott]
sittin’ sideways with a drink while i think
b*tches get cold in the summer, keep a mink
tell me what you doin’ for her, better not think
another n*gga do it for her before you blink
highway movin’ right behind me, a fleet
if she get too annoyin’, find a beach
twin b*tches, twin b*tches
twin b*tches hoppin’ off a jetski
[verse 4: travis scott]
it’s not electric, this sh*t gassed up, can you catch it? (skrrt, skrrt)
the virgil jetski one of one*fifty, check the leverage (p*ssy)
got two twins, they top tier, that’s my favorite fetish
deep in her throat ’til she tear, i’m her favorite beverage (straight up)
ran out of time, made ten aps, man, i can’t retire
been on the road collectin’ rubber bands to match attire (yeah)
i got the vision, ain’t no dippin’ in that ayahuasca
this sh*t get thicker than a b*tch with stripes, lsu tigers (p*ssy)
ayy, twin, call up twin, tell her i’m in town now
london b*tch, she wanna link, she dropped the pin to pound town
ass thick, when she walk, it got its own surround sound (yeah)
and she tryna ride me like a wave, i’ma drown, drown
she say she like the way the soul chop, it make her bounce, bounce (21)
she from the west, but when she with me, she from down south
flew into town, not to hotel, but to the town house
i send the drop, they hit the drop, we brought the drops out (on god)

[chorus: travis scott]
sittin’ sideways with a drink while i think
b*tches get cold in the summer, keep a mink
tell me what you doin’ for her, better not think
another n*gga do it for her before you blink (on god)
highway movin’ right behind me, a fleet
if she get too annoyin’, find a beach
twin b*tches, twin b*tches (yeah)
twin b*tches hoppin’ off a jetski (ay)
[verse 5: pop smoke]
these n*ggas on my block, askin’ b*tches to suck they c*ck (what?)
they askin’ twins to f*ck they twins
i’m shootin’ b*tches up (rock)
twin hoe, i’m a rockstar
i’m on the run, ’cause i ain’t sittin’ in no cop car (baby)
dior like the twins, and the twins like the dior (woo)
b*tch, i’m pop smoke, i smoke cops
don’t say “pop” and forget the smoke (the smoke)
i’m likin’ these twins, they from another planet
they from utopia, they twin b*tches (twin b*tches)
twin b*tches, twin b*tches
twin b*tches suckin’ on my jetski (ay, let’s go)
brooklyn b*tches, brooklyn b*tches
brooklyn b*tches drivin’ and they topless (yeah)
new york bros, they my bros
my n*gga jacques, he always active
that jacques he a real one like he undercover
i like the way that sounds (sounds)

[verse 6: yeat]
twin b*tches, twin b*tches
twin b*tches hoppin’ off a tonka (ah)
the tonka truck cruisin ’round
with b*tches high, they always high
they geeked and now i’m geekin’
yeah, these b*tches got me freezin’
yeah, them twins, they got me freezin’
i’m in the hills with a bev’ (with a)
i’m in the hills with a fed’ (with a)
he ain’t no f*ckin’ fed’, ’cause he f*ckin’ dead (ha)
crazy songs, these b*tches sing
he wear a thong, he like a trans
he ain’t got no bands
askin’ twins for some sins
twin tonkas, from ‘topia, they ‘topia (huh?)
‘topia b*tches, they trappin’ and showin’ b00bs
they twerkin’ for me, ’cause i’m rich and i’m famous
twin tonkas, from ‘topia, they ‘topia
rest in piece to pop, he got the smoke (smoke)

[outro: jackzen]
these twins, they top ten
(‘topia b*tches, they trappin’ and showin’ b00bs)
(twin ‘tope, twins from utopia)
(d*mn, n*gga, why are you even here? let’s party with these twin b*tches!)

- jackzen lyrics

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