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twin say - summrs lyrics

verse 1 [summrs]:

okay, put the gloves on, n*gga, we going in, don’t drop that rod
my n*gga, deuce tweaked out on x pills, because he might have to [?]
[?] flocked out, n*ggas our way, unless you want his ass to meet god
we in that fast b*tch, in a fast lane, that b*tch knew it was us, soon as she saw it
my n*ggas sending that drank through the east, [?], that b*tch gon land tomorrow
my n*ggas keepin that self*defense even if you poppin out at the mall
in a ferrari spider on the i*10, that b*tch tryna call a f*cking wall
ain’t none of my n*ggas hoes, we stand on all 10 like we tall
she tryna kick sh*t with the big dogs, put her ass on molly, she got lockjaw
n*gga see this b*tch liking my pics on ig, asking did i hit, im like “nah”
just linked with my n*gga [?] he showed me a hundred, told that b*tch we ball
all my x b*tches tell me im going hollywood, [?]
sippin quavo, quavo, quavo, clutching that draco, knock ya ass off
my n*gga wick clutch sticks like it’s taliban, ‘just walked in with the hoe sawed*off
b*tch keep tryna tell me she love me, lil b*tch you stupid, just take clothes off

verse 2 [kankan]:

yea, like hol on
you know we got dracs inside this b*tch
[?], you can lose yo life inside this b*tch
i got 2 phones, cuz these hoes be on my d*ck
walked in with 2 poles, even though these n*ggas they ain’t on sh*t
like the group home, hol on, two*tone, aye freeband sh*t, b*tch i feel like pluto
hol on rr (moan) taliban
drac came with a scope, uh heard it hit his mans
hol on, twin say, that sh*t fire as f*ck, cop that new drac
hol on, twin say , when you blow that b*tch, make sure you hit his face
hol on, twin say, [?], and throw that b*tch away
ridin broad day, ain’t no women, so it ain’t no case
hol on, twin say, call up pj, yea we outta state
i’m like “d*mn”
how the f*ck i catch a case right outta state
and i caught that b*tch soon as i left la
aye had a bond, was out the second day
outro: okay, put the gloves on, n*gga, we going in, don’t drop that rod
my n*gga, deuce tweaked out on x pills, because he might have to [?]
[?] flocked out, n*ggas our way, unless you want his ass to meet god
we in that fast b*tch, in a fast lane, that b*tch knew it was us, soon as she saw it
my n*ggas sending that drank through the east, [?], that b*tch gon land tomorrow
my n*ggas keepin that self*defense even if you poppin out at the mall
in a ferrari spider on the i*10, that b*tch tryna call a f*cking wall

- summrs lyrics

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