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letra de my twin - mxlachi

[intro]
like, i love you, mxlachi, but, you gotta do better
gang

[chorus: mxlachi]
it’s either you or your partner, it’s a win, win (d-mn)
i call up zero, n-gga, if i need him, he gon’ shoot, n-gga, that’s my twin (twin)
why you purpin’, n-gga, i ain’t your friend (why?)
we in his bush, we don’t even blend (we don’t)
they call me kai, n-gga, i’m the trend (uh-huh)
i’ll say, “i stopped,” then do it again (i did)
i got the xans, what you need? (what? lil’ bro)
in the telly smoking weed
you not a trap n-gga, go and read (go read)
oh, you a clone, n-gga, you my seed (my seed)
i get a hunnid, i thought we agreed (we did)
i won’t stop ’til that n-gga bleed (i won’t)
[verse 1: nutso thugn]
you know what the f-ck brackin’ n-gga, yeah, ape clan sh-t, on gang
woah-woah, watch that n-gga bleed, pull up, yeah we shred
yeah, we gon’ boil his block, n-gga, like a egg (like a еgg)
i ain’t puttin’ down my fire, n-gga, i ain’t craig (nah, i ain’t craig)
f-cked a n-gga main b-tch, he wanna slidе, i did
spinnin’ on his block, yeah, again and again
you an ape k, n-gga, don’t call me yo’ twin (clan)
five-seven bullet, n-gga, this a f&n
all my n-ggas booted up, strapped up with a green

[verse 2: lawsy & ]
i ain’t gon’ stop ’til the muh’f-cker dead
cook it up, sellin’ junkies meds
why you talkin’ so hot? gotta get that boy checked
white ho want cocaine, she a rat
i’m f-ckin’ on three b-tches in this bed
i heard he a sh-t-talker, we gon’ fill him with lead
sh-t-talker, b-tch, we gettin’ him gone
what’s that up in my pack? i’m smoking strong
f-ckin’ yo’ b-tch to my f-ckin’ songs
sippin’ on lean in the styrofoam
i’m f-ckin’ your b-tch, do we got a problem, bro? (yeah)
i’m tryna spit game but i’m high as f-ck
i got all hoes on me, gotta line ’em up
i saw a opp, b-tch, i had to light him up
b-tch in my ear sayin’ lawsy, pick up
[verse 3: mxlachi]
i k!ll a n-gga and don’t even care (i don’t)
“that n-gga sticked up, that ain’t fair” (it’s not)
i got two glocks, n-gga, that’s a pair
we catch a b-tch n-gga just to clear the air
[copy?] n-ggas, i’m not ric flair
i’m off a perc’, all i do is f-ckin’ stare
shoot a n-gga, make him burn (what?)
smoking this f-ck n-gga out the urn (what?)
i do not trust n-gga, they gon’ turn (on god)
he don’t know ’bout kai, well, he finna learn

[verse 4: swerzie]
he don’t know about swerz’, put his ass in the dirt
i’m with them riders, they ready to murk
kai just wanna take your life for a [pound? pie?] and a perc’
rollin’ ’round with some demons, they dyin’ to hurt
give a f-ck yo’ location, we sliding to murk
hold up, he in my city, i’m finna go drive-by
this choppa gon’ make sure his family bye-bye
we leavin’ the scene like some sh-t in a sci-fi
leaving it scary
yellow my diamonds, they look like canary
you got a problem, i’ll pull up, i’m airing
how you get beat up on live, that embarry
how you get caught up online, that’s embarrassing
i’m in the muh’f-ckin’ field, b-tch, i’m [?]
you not from chat’, motherf-cker from harrison
i’m not a rapper, b-tch, i am a parasite, b-tch

- mxlachi

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