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tweakin together (remix) - lxwlife lyrics

[intro: lxwlife]
as your witness
don’t lose yourself in this

[verse 1: lxwlife]
that .40 on my waist, i made it out sadly
don’t f*ck off with my money, i been makin’ trappin’
shorty wanna [?]
[?], motherf*ck the cap sh*t
ridin’ into my zone
i ain’t want you in my f*ckin’ home
p*ssy ass boy, i want the air control
but you just be [?] with the f*ckin’ show
but they just want me dead, i don’t really know
i just wanna go, i just wanna go
ha*hatin’ on [?]. hatin’ on tour
i’ma go world tour when i k!ll all
everyday i feel like drugs, i feel like i’m p*ssed off
and i got adderall for the f*ckin’ mourn
we don’t gotta ball, ball, we don’t gotta ball
boy, [?] when i got withdrawals, aye

[chorus: bktherula & lxwlife]
(yuh) and i know these n*ggas mad as f*ck (yuh)
b*tch, i’m in the trap with tm, we throw it up ™
pour a four while my n*gga throw it up (pour a four)
and, b*tch, i’m off the good tens, i might just throw it up (b*tch, i’m off that dope for real)
these n*ggas ain’t got no swag for real (n*ggas ain’t got no swag)
and i ain’t no lil baby but b*tch, i’m in my bag for real (i’m in my f*ckin’ bag, b*tch)
high as f*ck, got jet lag for real (i got jet lag, b*tch)
this mac*11 come with a 32 mag, for real (mars) (yeah, yeah)
[verse 2: bktherula]
and me and that n*gga geeked, we be tweakin’ together (oh yeah, oh yeah)
and i sure is rockin’ hoodies in this d*mn hot ass weather
that n*gga just like me, i ain’t know i had a tether
ain’t no n*gga totin’ like me, yo’ sh*t light as a feather
i don’t wanna work wit’ you, don’t care, that’s cool
singin’ my heart out on this mic right on this f*cking stool (yeah, yeah)
no internet, lil’ b*tch, beef with this f*ckin’ tool
and i don’t gotta show my ass, lil’ ho, to flex on you (h*ll nah)
santana, i’ma flex on you (i’ma flex on you)
and i ain’t gotta shake my ass, lil’ ho, to flex on you, you (oh yeah, oh yeah)
kaine with the glizzy, i’ma handle you (go, go)
b*tch, these vvs on my neck wet like a f*cking pool (go) (mars)

[chorus: bktherula]
and i know these n*ggas mad as f*ck
b*tch, i’m in the trap with tm, we throw it up ™
pour a four while my n*gga throw it up (pour a four)
and, b*tch, i’m off the good tens, i might just throw it up (b*tch, i’m off that dope for real)
these n*ggas ain’t got no swag for real (n*ggas ain’t got no swag)
and i ain’t no lil baby but b*tch, i’m in my bag for real (i’m in my f*ckin’ bag, b*tch)
high as f*ck, got jet lag for real (i got jet lag, b*tch)
this mac*11 come with a 32 mag, for real (mars) (yeah, yeah)

[outro: bktherula]
this mac*11 come with a 32 mag, for real
and i ain’t no lil baby but b*tch, i’m in my bag for real

- lxwlife lyrics

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