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Twin
by Jordan Caesar
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I would do it if you had a
Mattress on the flo’
I don’t give a fuck
Do it til’ we wake the neighbors up
They gon’ know wassup
And I’m never trippin’ ‘bout a hoe
Nothing to discuss
After that we hit the corner store
And she rollin up
Like my women bad and ghetto
You go to work I call her cell phone
Fucked yo bitch I’m Michael Kelso
Tried it out ain’t nothing special
You would probably think I wrestle
Hit rock bottom like a people’s elbow
But now I’m on another level
I ball like 07 Melo
On my hustle and grinding until my crib got an echo
Until the wrist is sub zero
Until the deal is official
Keep yo head on swivel
‘Cause niggas swear that they with you
But pussy make niggas fickle
Roll up on you I’m cripple
She said, “I can’t let you in, ‘cause my house is not together”
So I told her I’ma keep it a buck, it don’t matter if you ain’t got a stove
Or yo water isn’t on
The entire house is cold
I would do it to you if you had a
Mattress on the flo’
I don’t give a fuck
Do it til’ we wake them neighbors up
They gon know wassup
And I’m never trippin ‘bout a hoe
Nothing to discuss
After that we hit the corner store
And she rollin up
I tell these hoes hasta la vista
Ain’t no viva la viva
You know I am the lord
And this that Sunday on Easter
I’m talking blessings on blessings
This that rising of Caesar
Then I turn off my phone
And go and fuck on a esha
I don’t need me a keeper
I need some chandelier ceilings
The ones who say that they feel you be the main ones in they feelings
I’m still paying expenses for a couple of friendships
Here’s to humble beginnings and way more comfortable endings
I got a bitch from the projects, and her taste is expensive
Burberry leather and vintage but she still fuck on a nigga
She brought me into her house, but had to stop in the kitchen
And said her bed ain’t together I told her honestly I don’t care if that
Mattress on the flo’
I don’t give a fuck
Do it til we wake them neighbors up
They gon know wassup
And I’m never trippin ‘bout a hoe
Nothing to discuss
After that we hit the corner store
And she rollin up
I would do it if you had a
Mattress on the flo’
I don’t give a fuck
Do it til’ we wake the neighbors up
They gon’ know wassup
And I’m never trippin’ ‘bout a hoe
Nothing to discuss
After that we hit the corner store
And she rollin up
I would do it if you had a
Mattress on the flo’
I don’t give a fuck
Do it til’ we wake the neighbors up
They gon’ know wassup
And I’m never trippin’ ‘bout a hoe
Nothing to discuss
After that we hit the corner store
And she rollin up
Like my women bad and ghetto
You go to work I call her cell phone
Fucked yo bitch I’m Michael Kelso
Tried it out ain’t nothing special
You would probably think I wrestle
Hit rock bottom like a people’s elbow
But now I’m on another level
I ball like 07 Melo
On my hustle and grinding until my crib got an echo
Until the wrist is sub zero
Until the deal is official
Keep yo head on swivel
‘Cause niggas swear that they with you
But pussy make niggas fickle
Roll up on you I’m cripple
She said, “I can’t let you in, ‘cause my house is not together”
So I told her I’ma keep it a buck, it don’t matter if you ain’t got a stove
Or yo water isn’t on
The entire house is cold
I would do it to you if you had a
Mattress on the flo’
I don’t give a fuck
Do it til’ we wake them neighbors up
They gon know wassup
And I’m never trippin ‘bout a hoe
Nothing to discuss
After that we hit the corner store
And she rollin up
I tell these hoes hasta la vista
Ain’t no viva la viva
You know I am the lord
And this that Sunday on Easter
I’m talking blessings on blessings
This that rising of Caesar
Then I turn off my phone
And go and fuck on a esha
I don’t need me a keeper
I need some chandelier ceilings
The ones who say that they feel you be the main ones in they feelings
I’m still paying expenses for a couple of friendships
Here’s to humble beginnings and way more comfortable endings
I got a bitch from the projects, and her taste is expensive
Burberry leather and vintage but she still fuck on a nigga
She brought me into her house, but had to stop in the kitchen
And said her bed ain’t together I told her honestly I don’t care if that
Mattress on the flo’
I don’t give a fuck
Do it til we wake them neighbors up
They gon know wassup
And I’m never trippin ‘bout a hoe
Nothing to discuss
After that we hit the corner store
And she rollin up
I would do it if you had a
Mattress on the flo’
I don’t give a fuck
Do it til’ we wake the neighbors up
They gon’ know wassup
And I’m never trippin’ ‘bout a hoe
Nothing to discuss
After that we hit the corner store
And she rollin up
