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Twin S
Twin S
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Twin S
Twin S
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jack Frsh
Jack Frsh
Producer

Lyrics

Man know what time it is, it's Twin H the Grim Reaper N*ggas know on any given day we can catch a duppy Im ACG to the end I separate the boys from the men Free Young Dizz What goes up must come down But we sent my man up high and he must be lost Because he ain't been found C the spin ting spins same way That the wheels on the bus go round and round I watched that boy get hit, just like a b*tch that's doing the splits I watched that pussio drop to the ground Right or wrong, wrong or right, don't really care mans sliding As a kid I was good at hide and seek so I know for a fact I'd find him When they think about riding They think it's a chore I think it's exciting He bumped into me and he struggled to speak You'd of thought that I'm speaking to Biden What do you mean what do I mean Ay I might slide out in electric cars Because you know that I'm tryna go green I beat my stick same way that I did it in school with a tambourine Me and my Twin was born to shoot I think it's literally stuck in our genes I'm apart of the mob like Robert de Niro My life is just like a movie but I'm the villain I ain't no hero 357 it's filled with slugs, I ain't no mug Ask your gyal she knows I'm a tug I told my mum that I don't sell drugs Then kissed her cheek and gave her a hug Bow Bow skrr U Turn back to the ends It's mad that I'm shooting at them But back in school we all used to be friends Got a daydate 40, LV shades monogram when I look through the Lens I don't care if I'm old or grey It's on same way with them I ain't making amends I got down my man linking his ting His girls on the phone trying to see where he is I got that boy tryna run back home Find his keys Couldn't get in Caught that boy tryna light his spliff *lights spliff* That boy just ran as soon as he saw my face He said oh shit that's Twin I'm sending Bine they know it's live Man tape that strip that light man slapped him once Then slapped him twice Bow Bow! Bro asked me how does it feel, it's a feeling I can't describe When they read my charge at court That jailer asked me how do you sleep at night I sleep like a baby, 4 cars up on a gang ting Stay with the dargs like Paul O'Grady They thought that I'll snitch at court I just laughed like you must be crazy In Newham there ain't no laws in summer there's one in the head It feels like we're living in Haiti AY Put 1 hand in the air If you backed your shank and you touched just skin Put 2 hands in the air If you slapped your stick and that boy got hit Told my mum don't come to court what you hear might make you sick I'm a different kettle of fish if you heard I done it I done that shit! Ay, hop out the lambo jump in the Skoda We're bringing the stars to the wars I'm aiming at anything * like yoda Mum don't know that I'm deep in the war Got 5 in the skin but I slapped off 4 YSL drops neat with Dior That tooth got trapped in his body He's swimming in blood something like that scene from jaws I'll wait for hours I'm in no rush I'll chill in my car Young Dizz is a serious chef, I think he deserves that Michelin star I feel like Bob Lee swagger because I've slapped that shit from far In jail I lift my arm I throw my weight about like Chris Benoit He needs more than a chiropractor that slug got trapped in his back He needs more than a physiotherapist that boys got more than a cramp He needs more than a plastic surgeon now his girl won't kiss him back He needs more than a psycho therapist Everyone knows his brains got left on the mac! What goes up must come down But we sent my man up high and he must be lost Because he ain't been found C the spin ting spins same way That the wheels on the bus go round and round I watched that boy get hit, just like a bitch that's doing the splits I watched that pussio drop to the ground
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