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letra de twin sisters - krucifix

yuh yuh yuh
huh huh huh
huh huh
yuh huh
huh huh
huh

(chorus)
yea i got two twin glockies
n these b-tches twin sisters
two twin glockies n these b-tches real hitters
they say i needa kick the cup
i’m f-cking up my liver
im on my rockstar sh-t
purple soda what im p-ssin
(that drank)

(verse)
yuh
told that b-tch im finna cut up
settin me up, you ain’t sendin sh-t up
smokin’ loud pack turn yo bro to some dust
4-door truck lil b-tch we bussin
i was in the back of the studio, countin hundreds
real drank nahthis sh-t ain’t ‘tussin
that boy saw the maniacs, he started running
(verse 2)
big ass guns, no we not tussling
countin up money, yall boys got nothing
turn nothing into something
yeah i got the whole crowd jumping
yeah i got this hoe on my d-ck
yeah i’m rockin the moshpit
we get high, yea we get lit
i’m still bussin off my sh-t

(verse 3)
yeah that brand new cooling kit
yeah im masked up with a stick
talkin’ sh-t then you get hit
apply that pressure, glock on my hip
f-ck that b-tch, then i dip
yea im geeked, i can’t hear
2-door coupe, done hopped out the whip
i got h-lla racks, they on me
yeah this glock f-ck up yo’ tummy
pull up to yo’ block, yea leave that sh-t ugly
nah i wouldn’t trust that b-tch, cause that b-tch wanna f-ck me
cutter on me, turn that boy to a dummy
wipin his nose but it still stay runny
10 bands, yeah that sh-t pocket money
i’m hangin with the maniacs
yeah lil b-tch i got mob ties
you might get hit in the cross fire
shoot out the whip, i got flat tires
(chorus)
yea i got two twin glockies
n these b-tches twin sisters
two twin glockies n these b-tches real hitters
they say i needa kick the cup
i’m f-cking up my liver
im on my rockstar sh-t
purple soda what im p-ssin
(that drank)

woah
woah
woah
woah
woah
woah

- krucifix

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