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letra de hypenation - the world i knew

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we are no joke
we come at your throat
we do what we want

the world in the palm of our hand
it spins on command
bring me the bands

money burning like weed smoke
so much money from these shows
i’ll make it back in a week ho
stacking these chips like pringles
let the beat go

what’s happenin’
twik back again
with another dope track
drug traffickin’
steppin’ out the lab we was trapping in
to put the queen city back on the map again

trap metal mane
we paved the lane
ten toes down, b-tch
we run thе game
all these othеr lames all sound the same
t dub i k
that’s the f-ckin’ gang
these other cats they don’t excite me
not even some or slightly
so please don’t take us lightly
we hunt these artists nightly

and take they scalps as trophies
this city cannot hold me
mad that they can’t control me
mad that they do not own me

we
are the new breed
they call us kings
we’re on the rise
to take the prize
they are all the same
it’s such a shame
they’re such a joke
we’ll watch you choke
[x2]

got your queen with me
in the vip
down on her knees
givin’ out degrees
make a ho gag
before i let her breathe
pollinate her face
when i spread my seed
she leave with me
now you’re gettin’ choked up
we burning bread
like the toaster f-cked up
when the sun goes down
the smokers toke up
holla’ at your boys
if you’re tryin’ to roll up

this the final invitation
to join in the hype nation
the train has left the station
we’re done with hesitation

this game is getting colder
but you won’t find none bolder
start marchin’ with our soldiers
or get your ass run over

we are no joke
we come at your throat
we do what we want
the world in the palm of our hands
it spins on command
bring me the bands
money burning like weed smoke
so much money from these—
wait, hold up hold up hold up
the name twik, we do what we want b-tch
get it through your brain
that we’re coming for the game
doesn’t matter what you think
n-gga we’re takin’ everything

when you see me in your city
best believe them goons are with me
and they keep a couple semis
they ain’t worried bout your feelings

f-ck your clique
f-ck your b-tch
f-ck everyone you came with

f-ck your scene
f-ck your team
’cause them n-ggas won’t do sh-t

f-ck the haters
f-ck the fakers
f-ck the fact you live a lie

f-ck the cops
f-ck the ops
f-ck your whole entire life

what’s happenin’
twik back again
with another dope track
drug traffickin’
steppin’ out the lab we was trapping in
to put the queen city back on the map again

trap metal mane
we paved the lane
ten toes down, b-tch
we run the game
all these other lames all sound the same
t dub i k
that’s the f-ckin’ gang

- the world i knew

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