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Tela - Twisted lyrics
Uh, ahhh yeah, right right now Let's drop, dedication to the kings of hip-hop Shit, thank you ha [Verse 1] It was this bitch named LaQueesha, met her on the Eastside Rollin' in my boat while pullin' her over with the p-sign Spit the competence, and confidence in conversation Chances on point and I'm not in violation See hoes are like the value of a fraction With me, I just proceed to do my deed to go to askin' em' relaxin' em' Spit that game that drain from Imperial, she said a nigga be cereal Like Cheerios, we live for hoes, here it goes I'm rollin' with Suave and I ain't givin' a fuck Employed with some voids is doin' jobs to us A must, I can bust from a hundred yards plus But St. Gal is the rough, got in the Seville and mushed (Nigga hush) Now who's sweeter, the nigga Tela 5-0 be the leader, speed of a T to Vida Switch the bitch, enlisted dicks I'm love she up to this, no contradicts I'm givin' a fuck about man understand this [Chorus] Keep on rollin' from the danger And I'm loadin' one in chamber Ain't nobody out there ridin' close to me, not for free Keep on rollin' from the danger And I'm loadin' one in chamber Ain't nobody out there ridin' close to me, not for free [Verse 2] Now I'm makin' her mind cum off steak and rum Abaci whites and henny whites and plenty umm, plum Candy, man she understand me See the name of the game is to be enchanting Listen to those, I suppose that's the catch In the beginning tryin' to get in, naw that's a childish act Laid back, play that, roll havin' control over ya beau for a minute Give her a hold and touch her titty A pity someone gotta spit it intellectual And give it the sexual meaning, keep it warm and dick it I'll get it, the chick like I'm supposed to Makin' a toast to the evening as we leavin' I told ya she's gettin' social Sayin' she's around the smoker of the doja And she knows the soap and close to Super tight, teeth white like liquid paper Versace jeans, got the Beamer schemes on that ass Shake her, take her silk from the fit that I just ripped From the boss, see God finally pick on the other car off of the [Chorus] I'm sittin' here tryin' to figure if sweetie wanna dick up My eyes on thighs that gotta slide in thicker, picker Questions apart from solutions From dark ways back to Houston, I shoot competin' Now loosen up the lips between the hips Clutchin' on my nuts like grips Gettin' full of this eclipse Slips, it's something more loungin' than see-through gowns and Got me clownin' in a tight town housin' A thousand thangs on my brain as I recline Dick these whores down from the crease in panty line I guess I'm gonna seek through ya pines I'm pressin' down the blinds to see reflection of super signs A bitch goin' on out cha' gates A nigga just pulled off his plates and ran up the staircase Plates till seen like a scene from a tale And nigga thinkin' she a queen so he ain't physically well I can tell from the cussin' he talkin' about bustin' He grabs a galss and hits my ass with the bloody stubs and Now you runnin' down the hallways tryin' to get to the stairways Gon' and bust his ass between Winchester and Airways Get paid, never take murderers, take no services If they got cho' bitch then you feelin' kind of nervous [Chorus x2] |
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