Lyrics:
firm
Let me show you how
We ain't givin' up, we come to far to turn back now
Carry the cross, don't lay it down
Carry the cross, don't lay it down
Carry
tight
Only time I get loose is when I share truth
Tryna cover all bases, call me Babe Ruth
Givin' you sweet bars, keep the Grey Goose
We ain't never goin'
a toast, I'm supposed to lay your body down,
I spread the money round give it to ya doggy style,
See this the remix bay I might just put that tonguing
the end of this day
Me and Twin, like Curry and Klay
I'm shooting from deep, ain't no time for the lay
And if me and twin 2 deep, it's not safe
You better
But the Stanley Steamer keep me cleaner (steamer)
You got it out the mud, I got it out the oil (oil, oil, ayy)
You heard, the cash rich niggas
hope you meditate from time to time
To keep your over-exaggerated dash from losin' your mind
Your mind, your mind
Losin' your mind, this is me
say so (mmmhmm)
When we move yes (mmmhmm) sometimes we lay low (mmmhmm) aiyyo (yo)
Big up my little nigga Pedro
Make you after the L like turkey,
chick fascinated by my body art trick
10 times out of 10 she's a 10
In the Benz got twins in the Bentley
And I want to fuck her friends
See you baby
in the night a touch distraught and light
eyes that brightly shine, your love tonight is mine
Stay with me, lay with me, lay down by my side
stay with
got a new recruit to this land of hope and glory
Hands behind backs and legs apart and tell us all of your unfortunate story
Who me, sir?
Yes, you sir!
other hand, yea
Stackin' on my block with my other hand,
When you talk to me I'm not your other man
I'ont got no plan B, I play another hand,
You was
heart I can't let you go
Whenever your
Hand touches mine
I want you here for the rest of my life
Can we lay close
Would you mind if I hold your hand
(grr)
You like how it feel? Do that shit again (uh)
Ballin' like my name Thompson, came in with my twin
Ballin' like I'm Ja Morant, I keep my FN (you
up with my twin, They so mad they broke as fuck
She not badder than my bitch, my lil bitch so bad as fuck
Shoot my shot right through your ribs, you
Hand Gun till my hand numb,
I ain't a hypocrite who spit shit He never did,
I'm a speak the truth whether positive or negative,
Don't get me wrong, I put
the A R Hand Gun till my hand numb,
I ain't a hypocrite who spit shit He never did,
I'm a speak the truth whether positive or negative,
Don't get me
Thinking that I'm sleeping that I'm peeking
While I'm watching your careers dim
You made a bad mix like mixing tea and gin
No wonder they can see a twin
Streethop Remix. Ms. Audrianna let's go
Say you wanna put it down?
Show me what cha gon do
Say you want put it down?
Show me what you wanna do
Say you want
can do it so right
You could feel real good, lay your head back
Inside my ride, put your hand on the wood, good
And tell me lil' something that I
you just testing me
So don't come close I don't like being touched
Don't shake your hand and I ain't gon' trust
Only fuck with a little cause I learned
children to come unto me.
*
In your refusal to act against these hideous dangers
You are guilty of being the gutless passive observer.
Are you so
past ugly, play with me that shit gon' get disgustin' (ugh)
My young niggas lay on you 'til they muddy and musty (stinky)
It be fun and games 'til your
up"
I don't play that pussy shit, I done told you, boy
Front on me, you gon' meet one of my soldiers, boy
Cousin Twin shot up his mama crib now he in
at me, I sent the bitch back cut up"
I don't play that pussy shit, I done told you, boy
Front on me, you gon' meet one of my soldiers, boy
Cousin Twin
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