- Twisted Heat 歌词 Twista Drag On Ruff Ryders
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- Twista Drag On Ruff Ryders
- Swizz Beatz:
We know y'all out to drink 'til y'all throw up
We know y'all sittin' on 20's
We know y'all reppin' your hood
But how many y'all
KILL!!! [Twista]
Bounce that ass, load them cribs, let me see the mobbin' ******z that, luv to talk talk *******t
While these muthat******az be scummy and'll go for the money, ready to ride when they holdin' a lick
Thugs with the
Chevy's, thugs with the trucks, the real gun runner never run when he bust
Henny and he mobs in the front, smoke a 'dro blunt, sippin' with a fifty sack under the nuts
Hoes with ass and no gut let me see you jiggle it from
SIDE TO SI
DE ******z if it's static, then pass me the strap, gonna
RIDE 'Til
MY RIDE All the hoes that'll freaky ******z, with the 'fedi, let's get buck up in the club
And all my soldiers,
FALL OUT, gangstas,
MOB UP All the homeys on the block, anny up on the fin and let's go get us a sack
Serve too, we got a custom '
Lac, hustlin' pack, til a ****** bust, they bustin' back
Guys that'll roll them dice and win, girls with 'fits that show the skin
Real ******z mind your best friend at the pen, real hoes let your best friend know about men
Cause I be squeezin' ass and'll make a full glass disappear like a genie
Move to the
LOX and Beanie, while them hoes backin' that thang up on my weenie
It's like no ****** in the world could see me when
I Ruff Ryde with
Drag-On Rollin' up big babies in a
Mercedes, if you want herb we got bombs
Chorus: Twista (Drag-On) (2x)
Gotta kick that *******t for the fine ******* and all my nugz
For the ones that smoke pot, do stick ups, and ball in our hood
What do a ****** say when he say
Drag-On and
Twista (kill me)
Gangsta (Let's ride), hustla (Feel me) [Drag-On]
By know everybody should know, that the kid spit tight, and this kid spit fire light
And the *******
I don' ****** like last night,
I don't give a ****** 'bout a 2 and a half mic
Cause the only mutha******' magazine that
I read, is when
I buy my gun from it
How many bullets you could digest in that one stomach,
I suggest y'all run from it
And the click-click from the calico,
I gotta go, make it pimp with a lot of hoes
I'm the same mutha******a that's countin' that dough, cookin' that coke to a pot of gold
Cause my rainbow, is every color top that crackhead cop,
I don't care
I gotta cap me a cop
As long as
I got enough money to cop me a drop, pop enough glocks
Drag open up boots by watchin' co-op's in convo at condos
Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case y'all creep up on me
I run up on y'all in a cab with a meter on me
And the only on leavin' is me
And the only one bleedin' is you, tryin' to breeze with me
All the Roc is
E-N-Y-C-E, in the
NYC with the white
T All I really do is
R-U double
F, R-Y-D-E
D-R-A-G, to the dash
O-N Catch me, smokin' potent, bet it leave y'all, ******z soakin', with your insides open
Chorus: Twista (Drag-On) (2x)
Swizz Beatz:
ERRRRRRR!!!!
Hold the ****** up!
Slow down!
Drag, Twista, listen up
These mutha******az don't know what's real out here (They damn sure don't)
This is volume 2 (volume 2)
******, so, get ignorent!
Chorus: Twista (Drag-On) [Twista]
Whether murder or bouncy beat, my flow be philosophical
Smokin' on tropical, achievin' all missions impossible
When I up the block at you,
I'ma pop at you
If your momma cry there's nothin'
I could do
Should not've ****** with
Mr. Illogical
When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it don't you break it
You booty to sacred, can't take it, wanna see you naked
I don' drunk a boo mutha******a, so you know
I'm lit up
Everybody get up, sweat for tha
Twista, it's a stick up
Drag-On (Swizz Beatz):
This where the *******t pick up, let me load this clip up, just pour me some liquor,
Flame-On and
Twista, let's see if you murdered who'll miss ya
I love the dirty south, that's why
I gotta dirty mouth that'll burn you out
Tell your *******
I got a ****** that'll turn her out, especially when
I tell her turn around
I don' hurt her now
*******t'll come back, and
I think it's time to get murdered now
I'm tired of silly clowns, spittin' out weak *******t, sound like my *******t
You gon' make me pull a all nighter
Standin' infront of your crib with that gasoline and that lighter
That way we won't miss ya,
Drag-On and
Twista (Puttin' it on 'em!)
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