Lyrics:
you get a piece
She only talks about signin' a lease
I met this tender, her name was Lori
And a X-rated movie wouldn't tell her story
She had a twin
you get a piece
She only talks about signin' a lease
I met this tender, her name was Lori
And a X-rated movie wouldn't tell her story
She had a twin
Didn't know I could fold twice
Baby girl, I want you by my side
Didn't know I could fold twice
Baby girl, I want you by my side
Know we've been
I told that bitch, give me head right Yeah, now She keep taking my meds right
If you fuck with her, you gon' be dead right Cause I keep my glock by
of the ghetto
Arrive down here, be darker than the cattle
Oh no, nigga watch your nose
'Cause you'll get hit by hoes that spit flows and prose
Strictly coming
twin an em
We go together just like a synonym
Jwise on the boards as he's bringing it back
If you need advice I'll teach you to stack
To be honest we
“Oh my God Becky, isn’t he just so cute?”
“Could I like totally, go out, with you?”
“Oh my God boo, could I totally like pet her?” I’m like, “No, back
to let them play me, if you test me, let you have it
I be damned to let them fake me out, they goin' in the casket
Gotta learn from your mistakes, I see my
out to be twins so really it was two sons
Where the fuck you think this comes from? My cum duh!!!
Oh but there’s a chance they weren’t mine huh?
melted my soul down
To a place where it longs to be?
All of your history has little to do with your face
You're mainly a mystery with violins filling
works
Shoulda left her ass alone cuz it could only get worse
If you talkin to a nigga, it could only be church
If you ride on a nigga, might as well bring
right up and cupped his hands across my eyes
I guessed, "Is it Uncle Frank or Cousin Louie?
Is it Bob or Joe or Walter?
Could it be Bill or Jim
Sometimes I want to get away from all the confusion
Causin' pollution
I know you wish you could run away from this institution
'Cause there's
wine
Could of been like bonnie and Clyde without the homocides fuck it thought you had to slide
So Now im brisk like ice
For the lemon life’s given by
but I guess that's life
You know I really can't gripe, ain't never felt more alive
It might be love, or, just a reminder
It could be true love, or I am
I ain't fuckin with none of ya'll
Real ones be
Too hard to
Come by
No shade boy yeah
Let um sun dry
Truth is
You a bitch
Man that's no lie
marking new passages
If you call us Siamese, we calling you blasphemous
Don't label us freaks
Can't you hear the revolution whenever we sing?
Conjoined by
to be cleared up. It had no human personality as it were. It was just a map reference that would be passed and forgotten by the end of the day. Inside,
tracksuit and think they fly
I lead by my actions, y'all lead by your captions
Niggas don't like you and you don't know why
Poached eggs, crossed-legged,
fucked up by them hoes but ain't no doubt that I want you
16 done ran through hella money bitch I could've bought a coupe
Give out a name they in my range
don't know how to feel
This can't be real
I done lost my dawg I don't know how to feel
Not a day goes by that you don't cross my mind
We was upping blicks
ties you just a clip on nigga yea
Striving to have figures like Jigga
Keep my Faith and do it B.I.G
Teach my son to be bigger
He should never do a bid
I
casing you see is hollow
Last nigga thought he was tuff on the strip but these niggas be fragile im poppin his bottle
Like, try to run and hollow gone
Everything will be OK
If you do it my way (my way, my way)
Hush baby
I can feel ya pain
Like we Siamese twins connected by our brains
Walkin' through
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