Lyrics

Twista y'all For the '05 It's the Kray Twinz thing You know what I'm talking about? What's up Stinky? Gotta say love to everybody in the UK And we put it down like this Hit the club with gold tims, gold chains, gold bentley with the matching coat Give it stacks in the back 'cause I can smoke The party gonna be kinda jumping so I gots to go (shit) Ball hard it's the pick of the month Line waiting round the corner when I pull up front People played at the door say they wanna see ID But I walk straight through 'cause I'm VIP, Yeah (shit) Clearing out the area for me 'cause they got love In the club I'm a motherfucking fool Shorty all up in my face popping her fanny in front of me so now I'm gonna find out what it do Get out the way so I can order some crystal Ain't nobody here mess with the Twista Never try and run up on me, niggas posted around me and all holding a pistol [(Chorus)] Never? me? What's up I'm the twist (and I wanna get to know ya) She poppin on me so I jack that ass 'till the party was Took her home and she cut me to saw me movin so good she I'm 0-5 miles an untouchable when we fall up in the club this is what we do Lethal B Lethal Bizzle in the place yo where the titties at 36 tripple H thats cool give me that, Ye champagne and anazay give me sip of that Never sip??? with your gat, Pow bring it dont bring it if you dont have big titties, big bum, big thighs to lie on my willy (Lol? hope thats right) Dont be silly the bizzle really down in the city Enough talk lets get down to the nitty gritty Clothes off got a big??? ? Let me see you blow it off From da bottom to da top jus sit jus what Dont stop dont stop come on Lisa I know yu hear me sayin ye i be doin it But if its that no girl i wont be chewin it A lump in my sock ye thats my 22 U make a move nigga and il ruin it POW POW [(Chorus)] Gappy Ranks O ME NOW OI OI more champagne, more glasses, ? ? ? Roll up a big philly blunt? TWISTA? ? ? Hey girl? Drink for free in the VIP but make sure you come home with me? ? ? Full of meoldy like alicia keys ? Who supposed to be ? Il take you on a shopping spree buy you clothes and groceries? [(Chorus)]
Writer(s): Shawn Carter, Dwight Grant, Justin Smith, Leslie Pridgen, Clarence Scarborough Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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