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Twista
Twista
Künstler:in
Carl Mitchell
Carl Mitchell
Rap
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Xavier Dotson
Xavier Dotson
Songwriter:in
R. Davis
R. Davis
Songwriter:in
Carl Mitchell
Carl Mitchell
Songwriter:in
Otis Williams
Otis Williams
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Lyrics

Said we walkin on ice with our wrists like BRRR And our chain like AYE, and our diamonds like OKAY And our cars be super fast, and we smokin up that gans Twista, Juiceman, Gucci Mane, we get that cash (Young Juice!) Now when I spit it for the niggaz and the bitches I be comin with a flow and it be so, bizarre (yup) Kick ass like Bruce Lee, cause I got diamonds like "WA-TAH!" And the kush is like "WA-TAH!" And the cars is like "OOOOH" My sound effects make 'em say "You's a motherfuckin fool" You can tell from the streets I got love and I'm fresh and you can't take it You could tell from the neck I'm plugged, yes I'm in the (Matrix) OJ and Gucci, please tell me who the nigga right there that be seen wit'cha Named after the car so call me Pearl Tangerine Twista If she is my cheeba then she is my fiancée (fiancée) My nina's a diva so I call her Beyoncé (Beyoncé) My chain got me leanin so I call it my Bombay (Bombay) And my, watch is conceited so I call it a Kanye (Kanye) I'm smokin on that ganja like a Rasta Jewelry's sick, my jeweler need a doctor You're not my type of hype, girl you look like a monster Head game lame, Gucci Mane'll flunk ya Candy ice game, thuggin since a youngster Candy watch game, watch like Willy Wonka Don't make me tell my nigga Wooh to trunk ya Or Waka Flocka Flame to double pump ya Comma comma comma, boy go run ya banks up Me and Juiceman, let's go buy some more stuff Fuck a broad man, we down to put the house up Put your hood up, then step ya game up Alaska and Atlanta, fo' rings shawty Three chains swang, D-U-B's on my charger Yes, I'm a stunner, and I'm doin numbers Right wrist nasty, left wrist dumber I stunt the whole hun'ned on a necklace and a Hummer Ballin like a NBA star with them commas Chain like Karate Kid kickin white diamonds Wax on, wax off, damn my diamonds shinin Pull up in that gray thang, 28 Asanti's Fo' pockets full cause Juiceman get that money Six cell phones, two trap spots bunky Young Juiceman blowin pounds of that funky
Writer(s): Carl Terrell Mitchell, Radric Delantic Davis, Xavier L. Dotson, Otis Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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