N Twisted Heat lyrics

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Send "N Twisted Heat" Ringtone to your Cell Swizz Beatz: We know y`all out to drink `til y`all throw up We know y`all sittin` on 20`s We know y`all reppin` your hood But how many y`all KILL!!! [Twista] Bounce that ass, load them cribs, let me see the mobbin` niggaz that, uhh, talk shit While these muthatfuckaz be scummy and`ll go for the money, ready to ride when they holdin` a lick Thugs with the Chevy`s, thugs with the trucks, the real gun runner never run when he bust Henny and he mobs in the front, smoke a `dro blunt, sippin` with a fifty sack under the nuts Hoes with ass and no gut let me see you jiggle it from SIDE TO SIDE Niggaz if it`s static, then pass me the strap, gonna RIDE `Til MY RIDE All the hoes that`ll freaky niggaz, with the `fedi, let`s get buck up in the club And all my soldiers, FALL OUT, gangstas, MOB UP All the homeys on the block, anny up on the fin and let`s go get us a sack Serve too, we got a custom `Lac, hustlin` pack, til a nigga bust, they bustin` back Guys that`ll roll them dice and win, girls with `fits that show the skin Real niggaz mind your best friend at the pen, real hoes let your best friend know about men Cause I be squeezin` ass and`ll make a full glass disappear like a genie Move to the LOX and Beanie, while them hoes backin` that thang up on my weenie It`s like no nigga in the world could see me when I Ruff Ryde with Drag-On Rollin` up big babies in a Mercedes, if you want herb we got bombs Chorus: Twista (Drag-On) (2x) Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my nugz For the ones who smoke pot, do stick ups, and ball in our hood What do a nigga say when he say Drag-On and Twista (Wanna kill me) Gangsta (Let`s ride), hustla (Feel me) [Drag-On] By know everybody should know, that the kid spit tight, and this kid spit fire light And the bitch I don` fucked like last night, I don`t give a fuck `bout a 2 and a half mic Cause the only muthafuckin` magazine that I read, is when I buy my gun from it How many bullets you could digest in that one stomach, I suggest y`all run from it And the click-click from the calico, I gotta go, make it pimp with a lot of hoes I`m the same muthafucka that`s countin` that dough, cookin` that coke to a pot of gold Cause my rainbow, is every color top that crackhead cop, I don`t care I gotta cap me a cop As long as I got enough money to cop me a drop, pop enough glocks Drag open up boots by watchin` co-op`s in convo at condos Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case y`all creep up on me I run up on y`all in a cab with a meter on me And the only on leavin` is me And the only one bleedin` is you, tryin` to breeze with me All the Roc is E-N-Y-C-E, in the NYC with the white T All I really do is argue, double F, R-Y-D-E, D-R-A-G, to the dash O-N Catch me, smokin` potent, bet it leave y`all, niggaz soakin`, with your insides open Chorus: Twista (Drag-On) (2x) Swizz Beatz: ERRRRRRR!!!! Hold the fuck up! Slow down! Drag, Twista, listen up These muthafuckaz don`t know what`s real out here (They damn sure don`t) This is volume 2 (volume 2) Nigga, so, get ignorent! Chorus: Twista (Drag-On) [Twista] Whether murder or bouncy beat, my flow be philosophical Smokin` on tropical, achievin` all missions impossible When I up the block at you, I`ma pop at you If your momma cry there`s nothin` I could do Should not`ve fucked with Mr. Illogical When I`m in to clubbin`, clubbin`, shake it don`t you break it You booty to shapey, can`t take it, wanna see you naked I don` drunk a boo muthafucka, so you know I`m lit up Everybody get up, spin witha a Twista, it`s a stick up Drag-On (Swizz Beatz): This where the shit pick up, let me load this clip up, lust pour me some liquor, Flame-On and Twista, let`s see if you murdered who`ll miss ya I love the dirty south, that`s why I gotta dirty mouth that`ll burn you out Tell your bitch I got a dick that`ll turn her out, especially when I tell her turn around I don` hurt her now Shit`ll come back, and I think it`s time to get murdered now I`m tired of silly clowns, spittin` out weak shit, sound like my shit You gon` make me pull a all nighter Standin` infront of your crib with that gasoline and that lighter Now hit, we won`t miss ya, Drag-On and Twista (Puttin` it on `em Send " N Twisted Heat" Ringtone to your Cell N Twisted Heat lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | N Twisted Heat lyrics @ ELyrics | N Twisted Heat lyrics @ Kovideo | Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | N Twisted Heat lyrics @ Songlyrics | N Twisted Heat lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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