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letra de twisted! - aminé

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[intro: rickey thompson]
‘scuse me! ah-ahem

[chorus]
y’all got me f-cked up, please don’t get me f-cked up
now i’m really up, f-ck, d-mn, we got ’em sick, huh?
hundred thousand flights, pockets lookin’ like they bricks, huh
said she couldn’t find me, so a n-gga put his wrist up
wrist up, wrist up
said she couldn’t find me, so a n-gga put his wrist up
wrist up, wrist up
said she couldn’t find me, so a n-gga put his wrist up

[verse 1]
got these n-ggas mad, and that envy sh-t is tragic
young aminé, baby, please don’t, please don’t, please don’t touch my baggage
i’m so motherf-ckin’ pretty, put my face up on that jacket
talkin’ ‘bout me like i care, but i’m at disney doin’ acid
i got a b-tch, she’s bad (she’s hot)
and a b-tch that’s super freaky, she got h-lla ass (godd-mn)
i move from my bike, i let that drama pass (he’s ridin’)
n-ggas show some love, but tell me, what’s the catch? (what?)
tell me, what’s the catch? (what?)

[chorus]
i said, y’all got me f-cked up, please don’t get me f-cked up
now i’m really up, f-ck, d-mn, we got ’em sick, huh?
hundred thousand flights, pockets lookin’ like they bricks, huh
said she couldn’t find me, so a n-gga put his wrist up
wrist up, wrist up
said she couldn’t find me, so a n-gga put his wrist up
wrist up, wrist up
said she couldn’t find me, so a n-gga put his wrist up (sheesh)
[verse 2]
r-e-s-p-e-c-t: you can get that sh-t from me (sheesh)
rappers wanna send a verse; i tell ‘em, “send a warranty” (sheesh)
my ice real, yours make belief (sheesh), n-ggas sweet, i’m sugar-free (sheesh)
flight to paris in the mornin’, but my pants is j-panese
(“i think that’s him!”) rollin’ deep (really deep), like adele
(oh my god) call my foes (ha), tell ‘em i’m doin’ well (he’s great)
i’m ducked off somewhere in the cut
said she can’t see in the club, so i put my wrist up (that’s true)

[chorus]
y’all got me f-cked up, please don’t get me f-cked up
now i’m really up, f-ck, d-mn, we got ’em sick, huh?
hundred thousand flights, pockets lookin’ like they bricks, huh
said she couldn’t find me, so a n-gga put his wrist up
wrist up, wrist up
said she couldn’t find me, so a n-gga put his wrist up
wrist up, wrist up
said she couldn’t find me, so a n-gga put his wrist up

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