Twin (Mmm) (feat. Jorge The Chef)

Whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa Juvenile, Rodeo, slow mo Bet they know though Shawty Lo Lo Got her screaming like Fabo, oh oh I don't tell her "no, no" Ima tell her "si, si" Coco, hit the gogo in the GG Ono, Yoko Lennon sheets, Beatles Kegels, 7 jeans, Energie's and Diesel Ima take it up to the max like Keeble Pussy wet and it's waxed like a speedboat I'm getting neck while I'm smacked like a ski boat Like my wizzes black, no emo I wanna see you rotate, rotunda I wanna C you OK, no Thunder I wanna see a showcase where you in unders' I wanna beat it cold case, no tundra Wait Hold up, wait, make me wonder CAY, from the CAPS, save my number 5s, 10s, 20s, 50s, Ima save the hundas She keep a damn .22, No Jumper Aye F*ck her while she heated Front car seat it Feeling temperpedic Pussy spilling like a secret, Ima keep it And I never got to trick the way I treat it His and hers diamond earrings gonna blur it all I need roadside baby, gimme service call I ain't trying to tell you lies like you heard it all Just trying to pull her skirt up off before we skurt on off Twinny twin Twinny twin twin, yeah, yeah, ah If your friends tens I'll bring my men, yeah, yeah, ah She moaning like M-M-M, yeah, yeah, ah Spinning bends at the MGM, yeah yeah, ah Roll the dice, buy you shit you like And you love it Pull up on you off the late night, no public Bussing down on my main bitch, no budget Ima keep it clean when I cut it Baby roller coaster ride it Water park chocha, I slide in No dryness, I don't want sinus Snotty nosed hoes and they only wear designers Don't do old hoes, I don't even get reminded Rose gold, blue and green notes like violets I want your virus, baby I'm high risk F*ck an OnlyFans, we gonna put it on the Live bitch Don't gotta take it off, pull it to the with it I'm on a bean, she on the Molly, no Cyrus Midlife, Ima put her in a crisis F*ck her on the hip, on the side, like a sidekick Ex nigga stalk your page and he don't like it I can sample size it if niggas want to try shit Touch screen phone, I don't need a fucking stylist Show you how to bone bad bitches, come and bite this Twinny twin Twinny twin twin, yeah, yeah, ah If your friends tens I'll bring my men, yeah, yeah, ah She moaning like M-M-M, yeah, yeah, ah Spinning bends at the MGM, yeah yeah, ah Roll the dice, buy you shit you like And you love it Pull up on you off the late night, no public Bussing down on my main bitch, no budget Ima keep it clean when I cut it Told you I would make you my girl I was right, welcome into my world Couple bites, cut the lights Take it off, something slight If you need me then just hit me, Ima pull up for the night Tell me that you miss me, Ima pull them to the side Oh you like to ride? We can do that while I drive Any given night, Ima eat it til you cry Sex so hot, it'll burn you alive Baby, you know not to hit me when I'm thugging Lay back, hit the streets, watch me cut it Put my hand on her legs while I'm jugging Ima keep it clean, we in public Got your name all in my head, yeah, yeah Pussy so good, make me beg, yeah, yeah F*ck your brains out, that's my thing, yeah, yeah Ima have you take my last name, yeah, yeah