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letra de twisted - buhlistek

(intro:buhlistek)

(verse 1:buhlistek)
me and shorty kick it till we
break a toe (ouch) the day she
knock me off my pivot is
the day she go (uh) it’s either you
support my independence
or you out the door (bye b-tch)
with the stupid crickets i don’t
hear anymore (nah) young n-gga
had to dig it out the f-cking
snow (coke), used to hate the cold
(froze) got stuck in it
then i turned into a icicle (uh)
i embraced my new image
f-ck some women (yeah)
but one shе added fire
and i turned to coal (b-tch)
im a dumb n-gga for bеlieving
in that stupid ho (d-mn)she cut me
in the cemen couldn’t stop the
bleeding so, vampires started creeping
and i proceeded to let em blow (ah yeah)
now i got 26 demons in my f-cking soul (grr)
i think i need some preaching
not a judge but you know how it go (mh)
i laugh to deal with pain imma psycho (haha)
if my lungs start hurting i might go (dead)
if there’s life after death f-ck it
i don’t want it bro (nah)
i don’t want deal with feelings
any f-cking more (never) i just want to
float in sp-ce with the stars and
moan (auh) while i f-ck a angel with
my carmel bone (taste that)
that’s the only thing
i wanna feel in my eternal home (yeah)
come sit on saturn’s rings and enjoy
life not in rome (ho) just me and a
baddie lantern out of this d-mn dome
(gone) but if i go to h-ll i’ll throw a
tantrum and just be me all alone (d-mn)
(hook: buhlistek)
in the head i’m twisted (yeh)
when i’m dead i won’t miss this (neh)
maybe the head when she twist it (yeh)
make the bed squeak but never fix it (neh)
took a chance now i’m rich b-tch (yeh)
do my dance drunk till i get a sickness (uh)
sip the red box of patron to be specific
grab a light and lift it (uh)

(verse 2: yamine)
yeah, look
money is an object, twisted for corruption (yeah)
most assumptions start pumpin emotions which turns into destruction (yeah)
all of a sudden (sutton), i’m 312 with big weights on my shoulders (sniff sniff)
conflicted with evil, it’s f-cking turning these summers colder (white)
these rappers fleeing like cowards call them an afghan soldier (taliban)
maybe i’m getting older that this music isn’t hitting right (naw)
what happened to the rhymes and times these rappers were spitting right
lift your f-cking head b-tch and l!ck this d-ck upright (do it)
tonight, maybe all day will be all right udigg
yeah homie, classic sh-t, i got that classic sh-t b-tch

(hook: buhlistek)
in the head i’m twisted (yeh)
when i’m dead i won’t miss this (neh)
maybe the head when she twist it (yeh)
make the bed squeak but never fix it (neh)
took a chance now i’m rich b-tch (yeh)
do my dance drunk till i get a sickness (uh)
sip the red box of patron to be specific
grab a light and lift it (uh)
(outro:buhlistek)
“hum hook”
grab a light and lift it uh

- buhlistek

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