Lyrics:
now you're on your own Got twentie missed calls fucking up my phone Got twentie missed calls fucking up my zone And ya I know I know you're wishing i'm
Shit my niggah I try to keep it five twentie's Gotta always remain the seventh letter of the alphabet Fact's You gotta watch the niggahz that you
Thinking you slick, you just do shit to please me Whole time the shit you do don't appease me I need more blues than the twentie's No dollars or sense,
Twentie-twos on the Benz Ignorant for pretend God sent to piss of Caucasians till the end! Babygirl, match with my energy Mood: Swing bottles, Hennessy; I don't
esas que me levanté Todo a mil por hora en la city Paga el funeral con credit Quiero cantarle a otro zenit Mientras te enrolay un twentie Me da la
the club playin' Bugsy Get Dirty like ?, it could get ugly I rock mines and cop top of the line cars Then charge you twentie-thou', only drop nine bars
four-twentie, es Ist nicht mal um Halb-Acht, ja Ey, ja Bruder, esse Hanuta (Gang) Shawty will ein' Uber zu mir Nehm'n auf Capi Puder Mein Team ballert Raketen
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