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letra de ​evil twin - ​ian

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[intro]
sh-t, a’ight
yeah, this switch make the-, pfft
sh-t, d-mn

[verse 1: ian]
this switch up on that glock, i cl!ck that sh-t, just like it’s nervous
you f-cked up what i gave you, want that back?, you gotta earn it
i just hit b.o.a., and took out ten without a purpose
just supercharged this foreign, sh-t might be my favorite [?], it’s fast

[verse 2: punkwokstar]
yeah, pour a deuce in my cream soda, then i [?] mud
if a n-gga talkin’ down our gang, we light him up
choppa must’ve hit his b-tch, gave her a tummy tuck (yeah, like what the f-ck?)

[verse 3: ian]
yo’ bro just took a hit, he scared as h-ll, he think he dyin’
lil’ boy come get yo’ b-tch, she on my d-ck, i just arrived (she tryna f-ck)
these jeans not even skinny, stuffed the racks, can’t fit my thighs
just spent a pretty penny on yo’ mans, so say goodbye (sh-t cost a lot)

[verse 4: punkwokstar]
yeah, come and get yo’ mans, he cappin’ off the percs, yeah he keep itchin’ his hands
shoot a n-gga feet, make a n-gga dance cha-cha (cha-cha)
might even give this b-tch a chance, yeah, ha-ha (ha-ha)
[verse 5: ian]
i don’t really like to talk, i let that semi do it for me
boy you really broke as h-ll, and worry ’bout me, it’s kind of funny (like what the f-ck)
i really don’t take no l’s, i just sit back, and count my money
this big ass russian mink, it hold a ‘hunnid, cost like twenty (god d-mn)

[verse 6: punkwokstar]
yeah, yo’ b-tch on onlyfans
i’m countin’ silly bands, i came with evil plans, ha-ha
watch me do my money dance
yo’ b-tch ain’t make no money that’s why you her only fan

[verse 7: ian]
i done made too many f-ckin’ benji’s, don’t know how to act (what the f-ck)
my outfit cost like mother f-ckin’ fifty, i don’t mean to brag
boy how you broke as h-ll, and in yo fifty’s?, need to get a bag
i just saw my name up in your mentions that sh-t made me mad (ah) h-ll

[verse 8: punkwokstar]
yeah, that sh-ts’ pretty bad, saw yo’ b-tch on instagram, that sh-t’s pretty sad (d-mn)
this n-gga fumbled bag, pulled up with my blower, then he doubled back

[verse 9: ian]
uh, bro just grabbed the switch, and brought it back, with nothin’ in it
uh, i just hit yo’ b-tch, and broke her back, i’m done with her (bah)
no need to use my legs, i’ll let that drum kick ’em (bah)
just left this b-tch on read, she sent me a drunk message (bah)
[outro: punkwokstar]
oh my god

- ian

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