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how i'm feeelin - twisted insane lyrics

[chorus]
this how i’m feelin’
after a billion yeah imma make the haters feel this
this how i’m feelin’
all the talkin’ ain’t nothin homie i don’t feel it
this how i’m feelin’
came to party brought all my gangsters they the realest
this how i’m feelin’
all these p-ssies man they got me ready to k!ll sh-t

[demzwon]
got a hang over
i’m still drunk from the night before
liquor flowin’ through my system
tearin’ it up as i perform
if you cool with us try and get bodied
there’s gonna be bodies all over on the floor
goin’ all out [?]
which makes us ready for war
only got real ones on my team
and most of them have been there since day one
holdin’ it down sayin’ 100
[?]
leave you leakin’ blood
i’ve seen too many corpses
[?]
that’s why i give em my archers
form my music into an immortal
puttin’ everything into the business
this my last resort
it’s time to make it a break
sick of this sh-t can’t take no more
been through so much in life
that i don’t think i’ll ever see peace
but failure is not an option
so i ain’t stoppin’ for a thing

[twisted insane]
wake up and i’m still faded (faded)
drinkin’ bout a gallon of the liquor last night
lookin’ at my knife its all bl–dy
thinkin’ nothin’ of it must’ve got into a motherf-cking fight
i roll about a gram amount of weed
put the millimeter in the center can pop it to get ghost
you don’t want me to flip out and pull the heat i do the most
(ah ah ah ah)i’m not real i’m on a whole ‘nother level
you can send me straight to h-ll
i don’t give a f-ck about the devil
i’ve done did too much sh-t in my life to try and make amends
my only friends is just the body and the shovel
one more blunt to the brain now i’m good
sh-t i thought i never was gonna feel it i was wrong
i be in this motherf-cker foaming at the mouth
every time i see a fresh bowl packed in a bong
let me hit it on a mission with the b-tches on my phone
trapped up and i got the homie for the back up
i ain’t really even trippin’ though
but you know how these little n-ggas wanna act up
too much drankin’ motherf-ckers think they rebel
comin’ in shootin’ like a mad dog
blappin that lambo
k!lling everybody in this b-tch
have your little homie lookin like
d-mn bro

- twisted insane lyrics

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