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twin did dat [sped up] - summrs lyrics

[intro]
(hurt, what it do?)
brr, bird business, double r, money team, uh*huh
(ayy, geo got them bands, huh?)

[chorus]
keep my f*ckin’ chains on when i beat that p*ssy up, b*tch (uh*huh)
i’m with my brothers right or wrong, i ain’t tryna hear that sh*t (ain’t tryna hear it)
heard boy got his stick took, my twin did that sh*t (twin did that)
f*ck around, get your ho took if she keep likin’ my sh*t (my sh*t, yeah)
i’m in this b*tch with a hundred racks
i used to be broke, i ain’t goin’ back (goin’ back)
when you f*ckin’ die, we gon’ catch you slack
my brother, my twin don’t f*ck with that (f*ck with that, yeah)
full of them drugs, i’m on house arrest
my court dates are gettin’ pushed back (huh?)
fentanyl pills in my b*tch bag (yeah)
at every show, you know we clutch back

[verse]
give a f*ck about music, man, f*ck that
my mama say, “you better not touch that”
up in the club gettin’ mugged at (ha, yeah)
the club closed, then we did him bad
the f*ck i’m gon’ do with all this cash? (yeah)
huh? (woah, woah)
i want that big body maybach
used to f*ck with her way back
you flashin’ that stick, then we take that
sailor came, where your drank at?
at the red lights, i’m gettin’ waved at
only wave back if that b*tch bad
if it’s a problem, p*ssy n*gga, say that
twin just got convicted on a new hat
if you catch that p*ssy, gettin’ blew at
sippin’ on snotty tuss’, this ain’t no cognac
[chorus]
keep my f*ckin’ chains on when i beat that p*ssy up, b*tch (yeah, uh*huh)
i’m with my brothers right or wrong, i ain’t tryna hear that sh*t (ain’t tryna hear it)
heard boy got his stick took, my twin did that sh*t (twin did that)
f*ck around, get your ho took if she keep likin’ my sh*t (my sh*t, yeah)
i’m in this b*tch with a hundred racks
i used to be broke, i ain’t goin’ back (goin’ back)
you gon’ f*ckin’ die, we gon’ catch your slack
my brother, my twin don’t f*ck with that (f*ck with that, yeah)
full of them’ drugs, i’m on house arrest
my court dates are gettin’ pushed back (huh?)
fentanyl pills in my b*tch bag (yeah)
at every show, you know we clutch back

[outro]
(at every f*cking show, n*gga)
(we go in that b*tch, we can’t get out, that n*gga sad, man)
double r, bird business
brr, bb, gg, fah*fah*fah

- summrs lyrics

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