Lyrics:
don't know who's who
All the big bros are telling me chill
Cah the UK Migos soon break through
Don't get it twist tho, load that broom
And circle for
dead and I'm gone in 3, 2, 1
Dead, it’s gone in 3, 2, 1
Your battles are fought but they're never won
Someone comes along and 3, 2, 1
You've lost
Har en shooter by my right
Ifall du vill göra wrong
Flowet är illest
Backwood jag bill it
Inget är billigt
Twist N Turn
Sen jag Turn N Twist
like a bad man I said come get me
Known to ball
I said I got it all
More writing on my body than a bathroom stall
Getting cash by the fist full
Lemme 3sixty
My lifestyle
Lemme 3sixty
My leave
Lemme 3sixty
The hype now
It can 3sixty
To me
Lemme 3sixty
The type now
She gone 3sixty
For me
was there, it had a twist
I brought G I Joes into the mix
She is just one year younger than me
Part of the reason we are such a good team
Her birthday
baby?
Chorus 3:
Aaliyah + (Timbaland) + [Nas]
You won't see me tonight (uh-huh)
You won't see me tomorrow (Say what?)
I'll be gone by daylight
[Nas] + (Timbaland)
(What?) Ever been in love? (C'mon)
Yeah.. are you ready? (uhh) For somethin real?
(Say what?) Cause it can't be fake
This
Then it avoids an awful lot of mess
It's murder by numbers, one, two, three
It's as easy to learn as your ABC's
It's murder by numbers, one, two,
Then it avoids an awful lot of mess
It's murder by numbers, one, two, three
It's as easy to learn as your ABC's
It's murder by numbers, one, two,
me, m3de3r Mabr3 mu ey
Otanfo 3ny3 nyame nti, m3 y3 nshiraba ey
I don't care yeah care yeah yeah yeah
I don't care what you fuckin' say yeah yeah yeah
(Prohoezak Music)
Every time I twist one up
You always need to come right on by (come right on by, yeah)
You ain't never got no money
But you
You know how Mac play, quiet town, tie it down
I supply it now, by the pound
Might front you a Q if you buy a pound
If you didn't try it then, why
the boom boom, to the beat
It goes Zoom Zoom, Mazda 3
Don’t know whom but it ain’t me
I can see, from afar
Can you be, who you are
Yeah I mean, Just raw
Blue
know what I meant by that
When you wanna make it out there's a string attached
Be the detective, be the new standard
Bring three G's if you wanna match
belongs to them
It belongs to them
It's 3 A.M
My head, a flurry
My eyes, a carnival
Dashing and darting
They're out of control
I rise
I stare
I can not hold
the knife twist the knife
Over and over and over and over
And over and over
It was in your voice
It was in your eyes
It was in your body
It was in
Lurching from repentance as I twist in imperfection
I wanted to be something but the mirror was not reflective
It's haunting being nothing but my fear has
Rub my foot in it, piece of shit
Oh oh
Twist it, piece of shit
Twist it, piece of shit
Hey, did anybody ever tell that you
That you're a drug addicted
the music itself
The shelf, well it was stacked with em - stacked to the maximum
Old school, before R&B became an acronym
The Commodores, Ojays, Isleys,
Do the twist, twist for ice-cream
Come on! Dance, misdirection
You can take new nicks for blue jeans
But it's 3 if you're dead
We are trapped,
give' em a show so let twist ya around
You are so beautiful girl, now take me on my arm
You're like my lucky charm
I'm gonna dress you in diamonds
too nice
It's too pretty
What are you gonna do to it Necro?
Take a razor, and slice it!
[Necro]
Yo, peep this shit like this
Kill the head, kill
hid behind the freedom of speech
Tried to take the Fifth Amendment use it, twist it and bend it
And ended up dying to fill out in the heroes splinters
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