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letra de evil twins - 81hundo

evil twins lyrics
[intro: 81hundo]
now you see somethin’?
now you see, now
you done f-cked up, you know that, don’t you?
see what i’m sayin’? (no, i, i thought)
no, so, know what i’m sayin’
now you done f-cked up now, you know that, don’t you?
(ooh, it’s bluestrip, baby)
okay, yeah
okay
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
you with it, say somethin’ for real, n-gga
n-ggas want smoke, n-gga?
free big p, n-gga, free big p, come on

[verse 1: 81hundo]
ayy, sh-t, i just bought another stick (ah, another stick)
oh, it’s smoke, huh? we gon’ make them n-ggas quit (make them n-ggas quit)
i’m like tom brady, let them boys try to blitz (let them boys try to get up)
i’ma throw somethin’, guarantee we up six (boom, boom, boom, i’ma get ’em)
i know the opps can’t get the job done ’cause they too lazy (’cause they too lazy)
how you let off fifty-some shots, ain’t even graze me? (godd-mn)
p-ssy boy, if you scared, then just say that (hey, just say that)
and you a rookie, boy, i get the ups, it’s gon’ be crazy (boom, boom, boom, boom)
ayy, f-ck your dead homie (yeah), i wish he could die again (okay)
oh, y’all slid? ain’t n0body dead, b-tch, come slide again (okay)
cliquin’ up, man, them n-ggas scared, tryna find some friends (ayy, them n-ggas p-ssy)
i’ll smoke ’em all, make the graveyard buy some land (on my mama)
yeah, n-gga blend somethin’ (blend)
how i make it out that shootout? my sh-t jam, don’t it? (my sh-t jam)
caught your homie on the yard, i put hands on him (that n-gga ran)
and every time the bros catch him, they gon’ stand on it (on the motherf-ckin’ feet, n-gga)
lonely, ridin’ with it on me (ridin’, that b-tch on me)
oh, you got some bands, n-gga? put that sh-t on me (yeah, put that sh-t on me)
d-mn, lil’ baby done put them lips on me (blam, blam)
try to walk up on his whip and i don’t know him (boom, boom, boom, boom)
he a ham, i’ll put him on a sandwich like bologna (on a sandwich like bologna)
scram, they gon’ have to run, i slide (yeah)
keep on ridin’ through they turf, they don’t never be outside (they don’t never be up on they sh-t)
yeah, ayy (b-tch)
[verse 2: sleazyworld go]
this a message to the streets, you f-ck with the opps, we on you too (b-tch)
everybody strapped, it don’t matter, i’m the one gon’ shoot (okay)
treat him like his man, shoot his bladder, he can’t take no p–p (okay)
find out where he stand, we gon’ do him like, yeah (do ’em like they dog)
this glock make a n-gga dance like a tiktok
tick-tock, all you hear is fah-fah when that whip stop
b-tch, slide, see that lil’ rental, it’s gon’ get fish fried (grrt)
cliqued up, he was one of us until he switched sides
caught an opp tryna run, but he didn’t make it (come here)
brodie slid, hangin’ out that window with that drakey (grrt)
hit all in his sh-t, and all my n-ggas gon’ blitz somethin’ (we gon’ blitz somethin’)
how you slide, ain’t n0body die? ain’t even hit nothin’ (didn’t even hit sh-t)
tell the opps to stop playin’ and come get busy (come get busy)
work, work, work, chopper, don’t stop until you empty (work, work, don’t stop)
go to church, if this sh-t ain’t for you, n-gga, say that (n-gga, say that)
opp sh-t, don’t play that, .223s push his face back (baow)
i just put my kids on a ho (come here)
some missed her lips, now i got kids on the floor (d-mn)
would hit your b-tch, but she got somethin’ and i know that (uh-uh)
lil’ bro sniper gang shootin’ sh-t, i call him kodak (kodak black)
she just eat my d-ck, then text my phone, “come get your soul back” (ooh)
she ain’t even my b-tch, but i’ma treat her like i own that (yeah)
never gave a b-tch sh-t, so they call me stingy (so?)
this b-tch gon’ keep pushin’ out hollows ’til it’s empty (baow, baow, baow, baow)
can’t f-ck with no mouse, when i was a kid, i hated disney (rats)
thirty come with a glizzy, yeah, tell ’em come get up with me (tell ’em come get up with me)
i just copped a fifty, yeah, but we call ’em titties (titties)
free my n-ggas that’s in the fed, tell ’em f-ck the piggies, yeah (f-ck the jakes, n-gga)
[outro: sleazyworld go]
y’all know what the f-ck time it is, n-gga
this that sleazy gang sh-t
f-ck the opps, them n-ggas ain’t standin’ on no business
b-tch, we outside every day
y’all n-ggas know how we comin’, man
grrt
(ooh, it’s bluestrip, baby)

- 81hundo

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