Lyrics:
the club, getting twisted
Getting twisted, getting twisted (let's go, let's go, let's go)
Ok, let's go
Shawty got her hands on ground and her ass in my
Or maybe a pair
Or maybe a pair
Believe it or not
I am walking on air
You're down on ground you look up
And you stare
I will keep on floating
Not giving
walking on Air
Your down on ground you look up
And you stare
I will keep on floating
Not giving a care
So I’ll roll me a stogie
Or Mabey a pair
Mabey
for?
Cats got pairs of Jordans that Mike don't even rock!
Cats got pairs of Jordans that might don't even spark the ground
The box on high, no coming
Please don't get it twisted, twisted
Please don't get it twisted, twisted
Never get it twisted, twisted
Yeah
Grim Reaper is here to get you
hurt you
Swear to god I never meant to hurt you
Love twisted the pain, now we both insane
Always thinking bout ya, got you on my brain
Drove each other
gets twisted and your head grows numb
And you think you're too old too young too smart or too dumb
When you're lagging behind and losing your pace
on the ground
I don't need your assistance
I'm building up my bones
Don't get it twisted I don't need a gravestone
I gotta find some crutches
To keep my legs
just a pair of old sneakers
Kickin' each other around
Eight times a week, we play 'hide an' cheat'
'Til we've run that game in the ground
We're
the ground
Twisted lady, twisted baby
Misted vapor, Mr. Forsaken
Twisted lady, twisted baby
Misted vapor, Mr. Forsaken
Twisted lady, twisted baby
Misted
to pick myself up off the ground
And all you used to do was criticize me
But now I found the good and I emphasise, ya see
You would always get so
'cause
I used to save niggas, now that call end with smashed blood
I'm twisted
Hardest liquor in my system got me twisted
Ridin' through Inglewood,
on the blisters listed as a twisted man
Twisted, twisted, twisted, twisted
Twisted, twisted, twisted, twisted
We gotta s on the rest, we gotta s on the rest, slivo
just a pair of old sneakers
Kickin' each other around
Eight times a week, we play 'hide an' cheat'
'Til we've run that game in the ground
We're
ain't Hov (Jigga what Jigga who)
Two pairs on the ground call it 4 on the floor (Two pairs on the ground call it 4 on the floor)
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form; they were asked what do little girls like to do. ]
I've got 54321,
I've got a red pair of high-heels on,
Tumble me over, it doesn't take much,
to pick myself up off the ground
And all you used to do was criticize me
But now I found the good and I emphasise, ya see
You would always get so
a ten on me like bae my bitch a dime we a pair
We up them choppers we gon' hit my guys don't fire in the air
Rappers talk a lot of shit but I don't lie
I'm double-sided
And I just can't hide
I kinda like it
When I make you cry
'Cause I'm twisted up, I'm twisted up, inside
The horrors of the night
stupid motherfuckers
'Cause I just want to get a pair of olive green chukas!
Vans in my head
Vans on my feet
My sole is on the ground when I'm
at
Lost homies twisted my mental
Just getting back from that
If I wrote my life in a book I bet not a chapter whack
I don't know where your mouth been
sky
I lay down on the ground
And the arms and legs of other men
Were scattered all around
Some cursed, some prayed, some prayed then cursed
Then
or I'm popping the hatch
Out in the field, like I'm waiting to catch
Caught a ground ball, I ain't coming for the crown nah
Had to prove a point to some
shells on the ground, like Rolly-Polly (Krishu Krishu!)
2-300 i'ma Bear, feel like Smokey
I'ma go beat this case, I feel like Kobe, bitch (Yuh!)
Don't
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