jacques aroha twin (feat. yoshihityobtch) şarkı sözleri

I feel like Jdot, bitch, I always keep that draco when I step If you try to step to me, my evil twin gon' take your breath That's the opps about the members, they quickest with the belt Mooky tried to step to me, now he know how that hot shit feel Bro nem hittin shit for real, we been winning in that field I called brodie up, he posted like he in the Navy SEAL Hit a nigga in his grill, bro like nigga be for real Show that boy that pictures, now this nigga know I did a drill I been posted on the block when niggas tried to light the scene I was out there in the streets when Wappo saw that purple beam I been in the studio, man, I been tryna sign the team I was sittin' on my ass with no paper, just smokin' leaves You a slime a nigga out to get a couple racks, boy, you a snake Bet not slither in my yard and you get hit up with the rakes I ain't talkin' bout my folks, but I been slidin' in that wraith Don't never test a gang if you don't want hollows to hit your face Twin just keep it quiet, we don't ever wanna catch a case I'ma keep it silent, but you know we quick to get away Call that shit a give and go, bro pass the strap, I let it go We was runnin' plays and runnin' bands, now that shit just for show Call that shit a slip n' slide, the way we finna dump the iron If he try to pull up on me, we gon make his momma cry They like Five this shit forever, but you know I know my demon time Mookie had got caught up with no gun, but we had .45s My twin got the nine on him, he gon' blow for me Stop internet talkin', come and blow somethin Fiend snorin' white girl, now her nose runnin I been itchin' for a lick, I'ma poke somethin Where that shorty, let me tap, I'm a ghost hunter Cuz livin' in the trap, he a dope runner Know the real from the fake, yeah, I know somethin We ain't friendly, lil' nigga, don't approach us When we out, we be spinnin', they don't post up Livin' life like twin, don't get no bucks Talkin' bout Mo P, I need more bucks Cap high, tryna talk, he ran out of luck Thirty shots on me, I'ma make him double dutch Get up on me, bet this heater finna come and clutch Spoiled by my granny, so I never wanted much Disassociated, my mind feelin' out of touch I feel like Jdot, bitch, I always keep that draco when I step If you try to step to me, my evil twin gon' take your breath That's the opps about the members, they quickest with the belt Mooky tried to step to me, now he know how that hot shit feel Bro nem hittin shit for real, we been winning in that field I called brodie up, he posted like he in the Navy SEAL Hit a nigga in his grill, bro like nigga be for real Show that boy that pictures, now this nigga know I did a drill
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