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letra de twister - neji (rapper)

[intro]
let’s take a trip through my mind and see what we find
start from the beginning (whoo)
man, you know what the f-ck goin’ on

[verse 1: ad.]
ha-ha-ha
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (come on baby, y’all n-ggas really sleep, on god)
call me ad, hold the don dada (whoo)
i got b-tches back-to-back, like i move prada (b-tches)
n-ggas talk on the ‘net, that be straight rubber (yeah-ah)
pullin’ up with eight g’s like i’m rick ross (ooh, baby)
i be rockin’ inside the [?], call me kristoff
i make my own flow, but i switch off
right hand, left hand, it’s a cookoff
once a n-gga bust a nut, b-tch, i get soft
while i’m changing the a, i’m a big dog (uh)
and i ain’t never had a word, b-tch, i lift off
huncho, (huncho) hundo (hundo)
baby want those
foreign (foreign) we glowin’ (glowin’)
likе ad, (ad) we be knowin’ (what?)
hundred on my wrist, hundrеd in the bag
got a lotta chicken, got a lotta cash (cash)
i be f-ckin’ hoes, i don’t gotta brag (i don’t gotta brag, n-gga)
i’m at the 505 or i be in the lab (in the lab, n-gga)
[verse 2: kbv]
pop the seal, get some ice in a double cup (double cup)
twist up, spark up, yeah, we getting lit as f-ck (lit as f-ck)
talk turnt up, in the stu’ wit’ a bag of [?] (bag of [?])
drop another verse like i’m ’bout to go f-ck it up (f-ck it up)
30k on a flight, and it’s first-class
all gas, straight to the face and we don’t pass
slim waist and a fat ass, she tryna get a nut (what?)
i don’t really care about it, i’m just tryna f-ck (tryna f-ck)
hennessy come through, yeah, we gonna f-ck it up
blow a bag on a b-tch then run it up (rrraow)

[verse 3: neji & shambandz]
ooh, nasty (nasty)
you know these ho movin’ nasty (holla)
she tryna slide on the first night (holla)
she try to f-ck me the same night
pass it to my n-gga cobra but he don’t want it
[?] on ’em, hold on, wait (you don’t drink coffee?)

[verse 4: shambandz]
hold on, wait
you don’t drink coffee?
double cup full, i be sippin’ on wockey
two b-tches on me, i tell ’em get off me
bl!ck on my waist, told her come and disarm me
yo’ bl!ck is jamming like ah, ah, ah, ah
[verse 5: neji]
that’s what i punch
yo’ girlfriend, she tried to f-ck with the kit, but i tell her good luck
i got the stacks
i gotta talk all that sh-t, get you wack
all of my n-ggas, you messin’—

[verse 6: kbv & shambandz]
it’s a one-deuce deuce, n-gga, know what you rep
no, this ain’t nike, but we still gettin’ checks
man, f-ck all that flexing, you know we winning sh-t
and you know how we comin’, gettin’ lit, then we dip, ayy (ayy)
tell ’em run it back
gang in this b-tch, tryna touch another hundred racks (on me, nah)
while we gettin’ all these millions, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 7: neji & kbv]
y’all n-ggas sleep, hol’ up
we takin’ w’s, goin’ through deep, uh
getting three p’s, wait
i’m goin’ full charge, hol’ up, wait
n-ggas talkin’ like they wit’ it, but they shouldn’t now
i don’t really care about it, n-gga, i got bust-downs (brrrrr)
big whip, and it’s front now
i don’t really care about it, n-gga, i [?]
b-tch-ass n-gga, you already know the f-ckin’ deal, n-gga (f-ck you talkin’ bout?)
[outro]
told y’all n-ggas quit playin’ with us, b-tch-ass n-ggas (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

- neji rapper

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