Lyrics:
twisted
Like a black snake on a highway
Like a flat tire on a Friday
If you let it man, it’s gonna kick your ass
Life’s twisted like a back road in
escapin' me
Around your girls, in the club, on the road, on the radio
Tears in the club (tears in the club)
'Cause your love's got me fucked up
Tears
A Rolling Stone"
I felt that magic and took it home
Walking with the devil on a twisted road
Listen to the dead on the radio
That old time music used
100 bottles in the club for no reason
Niggas start trippin' boom bow, dope fiendin'
100 bottles in the club for no reason
Niggas start trippin'
palm
Even though I know what you want
Been twisted off you so long, oh-oh
'Cause it's complicated, far from simple
Always find a way to dodge these
time to live my life
But don't think I'm just his little wife
Don't get it twisted, get it twisted
This my shit, bow down bitches
Bow down bitches,
it's enough to make him howl
See the night was full of nitro and we thought we would explode
When that limo hit a hundred and he ran us off the road
as Sunset, RIP to Key Club
Hoes never ease up, D2B
Nigga thought he was a foolie 'til he seen me!
West Side baby, ain't tripping off nothin'
Going out
ever tell a millimeter killer
Quit it, Bitch!
[Chorus]
Off the hook, stalking in clubs
Tossing em' walkin' in blood
Barking that rogue dog shit
forget about my thugs (nah)
Where the party at? And all my girls
Where the party at? Off in the club (where the party at? Oh)
Where the party at?
If
So much green gettin twisted like Botanical Garden, let's go
You, know, I, got
What it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin' turn
Hell yeah, I walk around with a Glock (hell yeah), you got me twisted
Hell nah, this ain't the Sandbank Road (uh-uh), you got me twisted (uh-uh)
Hell
in a landslide going down
I was a reckless child
A dead end mile
Living my life on the run
I was a long lost soul
A twisted road
An ol'
false move and baby the lights go out
Once I dreamed we were together again
Baby you and me
Back home in those old clubs the way we used to be
We
So much green gettin twisted like Botanical Garden, let's go
You, know, I, got
What it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin' turn
down the same road)
I'll get you there
You can try and read my lyrics off of this paper before I lay 'em
But you won't take the sting out these
one false move and baby the lights go out
Once I dreamed we were together again
Baby you and me
Back home in those old clubs the way we used to be
forget about my thugs (nah)
Where the party at? And all my girls
Where the party at? Off in the club (where the party at? Oh)
Where the party at?
If
Abercrombie
I'm tryna grip Britney, so I made Jive sign me, nigga
Catch me in the club with a double edge banger
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Nah I know
and the brakes go out on me
I can't stop at the red light, can't swerve off the road
I read somewhere it's 'cause my life feels so out of control
And I tell
Step right up!
From the East to the West, from the North to the South
Sign up right'ere, your scheduled membership
To the drinkin club
Uh
a camel on a zippo with a grin maybe wider than a country mile
Corsicana cool hand taking us to school man
Burnin' up the road style
56 Fury built for
to check yourself
These silly bitches got this game twisted
So I don't claim 'em, just bang 'em
Papa raised a player, so player, I play 'em
I got hoes
made it rain
I hit the road, I made a name
I came home, I ain't the same
I ain't the same
I ain't the same
Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these
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