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touch toes - twisted black lyrics

[verse 1: twisted black]
i hit the club with a rose gold rolex (huh), white tee
d*ckie shorts, crease down the middle (uh*huh), fitted hat, c*cked left a little
do you know me? (uh) let me introduce proper
my name’s twisted black and i just came for a boppa (okay)
strip clubs, i love them, gimme five thousand unos (unos)
tell the truth, sister, who ball harder that you know? (you know)
no one, sixty*nine? let your boy owe one (uh)
stepped in with twenty to f*ck off and brought no gun (okay)
i’m stiff with it for it, call me gorilla (uh*huh)
and mami’s bouncin’ ass like she’s flippin’ a fo’ wheeler (okay)
and you ain’t got to give this p*ssy to no n*gga (ah*ah)
if gin makе you sin, then b*tch, get mo’ liquor (for sho’)
now i’ma drop a jewеl and you may know it (okay) (what?)
if you don’t feel my spill then tommy’ll pay for it (for real)
if it’s and two ways that you ain’t feelin’ my spit (my)
i got a mountain of cash and my money buy sh*t (okay), get with it

[chorus: sielio & mike dollars]
lemme roll with shorty touchin’ her toes
and i bet she gon’ take it to my place (the ho be spendin’ cash)
she’s a pro, the way she workin’ the flo’
and i love it when she put in my face (she’ll save ya fast)
lemme roll with shorty touchin’ her toes
and i bet she gon’ take it to my place (b*tch, i’m spendin’ cash)
she’s a pro, and ready to hit the do’
’cause she know that my pockets is so laced (and that’s a fact)
[verse 2: mike dollars]
five foot three (d*mn), body like freak (sh*t)
when you through with ya dance, come holla at me (a “g”)
20 years old, y’all, and see her on the pole (pole)
cornbread fed with a mouth full of gold (mouth of gold)
waist like a wasp, ass like a horse
tisha campbell lips with a sock it to me, whoa
pull up and have a seat, tell a pimp what ya drinkin’ on
p*ssy, weed, and alcohol (that’s my song)
she on d*ck ’cause she see i got a sack of ones
and never mind how i got in here with a gun (b*tch)
i’m up in deep in tongue (deep in tongue), or even harder nights (harder nights)
b*tch, you could have this, just let a n*gga lay the pipe (right?)
the way she movin’ got me starin’ at her tattoo
wanna triple stack gorilla, man, we all know what that do
say my n*gga, lemme stop at yo’ crib
i got this thing about not lettin’ b*tches know where i live, huh

[chorus: sielio & mike dollars]
lemme roll with shorty touchin’ her toes
and i bet she gon’ take it to my place (the ho be spendin’ cash)
she’s a pro, the way she workin’ the flo’
and i love it when she put in my face (she’ll save ya fast)
lemme roll with shorty touchin’ her toes
and i bet she gon’ take it to my place (b*tch, i’m spendin’ cash)
she’s a pro, and ready to hit the do’
’cause she know that my pockets is so laced (and that’s a fact)
[verse 3: hogg]
you got it, ain’t trickin’, might dive inside
but my motto: i ain’t l!ckin’; i’m the head of my house
lemme lay my head on the couch, other head in ya mouth
i like ’em bred in the south, but got a west coast hottie
drive a lime maserati, somewhere smokin’ weed pro’ly
got a east coast hottie, with a gold’s gym body
i done f*cked up her credit, she won’t know until friday
but my midwest b*tch, the one i’ve been blessed with
she with that hot chick sh*t, the one i pop x with
shawty hold mo’ rock than my watch and my necklace
and i know she pop sl!ck, i done seen her do it
and the way she ride d*ck is only seen in movies
got a pair of hot lips that’ll leave you woozy
nice ass and better tits, better you’ll never get
passenger side, holdin’ my 9, i let her sit
be a cold day in h*ll ‘fore you find a better b*tch

- twisted black lyrics

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