letra de evil twin - shottytoobusy
[hook]
with my evil twin
my evil twin (yeah yeah)
stack it to the roof
yeah we gon win (oh oh)
riding in that coupe
with the top down
she gon give me brain
give me top now (yeah yeah)
you not my for-lifer
no you just a fan
i came with a rack
and a drum
just like a band
i be on they ass tooted up
we in the lamb
getting money in the night
getting money in the am’s
i been, i been counting up for a while now
fendi ferro prada purple louis
we too styled out
swearing that she love me
when the bands out
do this on my own
i don’t need no handouts
yеah, big ol bag of bands
we get them bucks
talking on thе gang
and you get up’d (oh)
this boy on my d-ck
well he get subbed
i got his b-tch inside my crib
she give it up
we get that bag
and we flip it
we double it
ion even want yo b-tch
been dubbing it
blowing that check
you know that we running it
pull up in rolls
we pull up in cullinan
this b-tch annoying
she think i’m in love with her
think her name nina
the way that i’m upping her
ion even know how the f-ck
they put up with her
this hoe tripping
she think that i’m cuffing her
[verse]
walk in with a band on me
she too tweaked out on xans homie
take a flight we gon land on em
she think she something that she not
yeah
ion need no percocet to get me live
mama taught me way to better then to chase a high
from the truth
she really racing in her d-mn lies
when i get up in it
i go crazy in my d-mn mind
yo b-tch yeah is ran through
like the defense on the pistons
focused on the bands too
cause she playing her position
(oh yeah)
ion think they listening
we got the sprite
we pour the wok
we pour the ‘triss in it
she on my d-ck so much
she might just take a pic with it
you get spinned right out the mix ho
dripped out in that rick o’
[hook]
with my evil twin
my evil twin (yeah yeah)
stack it to the roof
yeah we gon win (oh oh)
riding in that coupe
with the top down
she gon give me brain
give me top now (yeah yeah)
you not my for-lifer
no you just a fan
i came with a rack
and a drum
just like a band
i be on they ass tooted up
we in the lamb
getting money in the night
getting money in the am’s
i been, i been counting up for a while now
fendi ferro prada purple louis
we too styled out
swearing that she love me
when the bands out
do this on my own
i don’t need no handouts
yeah, big ol bag of bands
we get them bucks
talking on the gang
and you get up’d (oh)
this boy on my d-ck
well he get subbed
i got his b-tch inside my crib
she give it up
we get that bag
and we flip it
we double it
ion even want yo b-tch
been dubbing it
blowing that check
you know that we running it
pull up in rolls
we pull up in cullinan
this b-tch annoying
she think i’m in love with her
think her name nina
the way that i’m upping her
ion even know how the f-ck
they put up with her
this hoe tripping
she think that i’m cuffing her
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