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Warm Embrace

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Warm Embrace was released on September 16, 2022 by Warner Music Group - X5 Music Group as a part of the album R&B Classics

Song Details

AlbumR&B Classics

Release DateSeptember 16, 2022

LabelWarner Music Group - X5 Music Group

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM61

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Twista

Performer

Speedknot Mobstaz

Speedknot Mobstaz

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Twista

Songwriter

Liffy Stokes

Songwriter

Mayz

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Leroy Burton

Executive Producer

The Legendary Traxster Inc.

The Legendary Traxster Inc.

Producer

Lyrics

It's like I got the fo'-fo' cocked

On the block in a two-door drop

And my spot is tipping but hot

Them pussy-ass cops must be murdering a lot

My **** got popped with a bullet that was meant for me

Got air-dropped by T's and B's in the Regency

Fuck what the reason be, I'ma start squeezing these

Them **** ain't G's, they wanna be thugs

And it ain't shit, just slang these motherfucking slugs

Them fools ain't plugged, plus ain't no hoes over here

I done dropped more dead bodies than tears

Brought to life, Mama's worst fear, visions of her son dying

From them hot ones flying, baby mamas crying at the funeral

'Cause the Magnum lit 'em like a Black & Mild

When I rolled out on his ass on a solo

I caught him up at the mo-mo cooking up coco

I got the tip on the low-low, busting in like po-po

Taking lives with the oh, no

It's a fo'-fo' mini missile with a silencer for the whistle

My favorite pistol 'cause when I let that bitch ride

I know the homicide is big, heavy, real and official

**** steady bumping guns but don't want none

'Cause of these hot ones that explode on contact

A maniac that's prepared to die in combat

Besides all that, my fo'-fo' keeps me laced

Kept me paid and safe, I can see the fear in your face

As I reach my waist for this warm embrace

I got plenty love for the fo'-fo'

But when I pick it up, I don't wanna let it go

Because a **** straight loving your warm embrace

I got plenty love for the fo'-five

And when I pick it up, I don't wanna let it ride

But still I bust 'cause I survive from your warm embrace

I got plenty love for the nine mil'

And when I pick it up, I don't really wanna kill

But still I bust because I'm needing your warm embrace

All you motherfuckers better duck and hide

'Cause I'ma let it ride and slide the clip aside

And start to bust because I'm loving your warm embrace

I love the element of surprise when I'm taking these hoes lives

With my customized fo'-five and enough ammunition

To knock off you, your crew and some more guys

You motherfuckers better get wise, make sure your first shot is sweet

Try to kill the elite, 'cause you ain't getting no more tries

Hate to make a Nubian mother weep, but fuck it long as I don't hear the ho cry

Split a bean between his eyes and make that bitch **** soul rise

No matter what the size, the warm embrace from my 45

Make sure the **** crossing me dies

You don't wanna throw them thangs, when they cocked and aimed

It's time to think in a split second time

But Mayz ain't new to the game

I used to spark when we shot to light up this town with crime

But **** get bucked for dimes

And it's like you a magnet for sin

Punk pretend to be your friend

'Til he get close enough to your wins to do you in

That shit put me on ten

And make me wanna put the barrel

Of this solid fin up under that ****'s chin

Plus, he talking big shit about war like

He don't know my Speedknot mob don't win

But I dare one of you **** to say my name

'Cause I'll put a fucking bullet in your closest kin

Just to get under your skin like a dirty syringe

Plus, I know you can't win with a gun or a pen

So when you see Mayz come in the place, you better say your grace

'Fore I fuck up your face like a can of mace

Before I get disgraced I'ma catch a case

Making you hoes feel the wrath of my warm embrace

I got plenty love for the fo'-fo'

But when I pick it up, I don't wanna let it go

Because a **** straight loving your warm embrace

I got plenty love for the fo'-five

And when I pick it up, I don't wanna let it ride

But still I bust 'cause I survive from your warm embrace

I got plenty love for the nine mil'

And when I pick it up, I don't really wanna kill

But still I bust because I'm needing your warm embrace

All you motherfuckers better duck and hide

'Cause I'ma let it ride and slide the clip aside

And start to bust because I'm loving your warm embrace

But you a faction in the streets on 17 for sho'

Hold you ever so tightly, I love you, niña, never wanna let you go

Ms. Millimeter's making a mockery of motherfuckers

Gots to be ruckus when I get my clutches upon this ho

Itching to let the barrel blow, like a sparrow hollows flow

Like a arrow follow Mo', split him up and swallow slow

I reload the clip in your ass crack, you constantly blast back

Payback for flashbacks, them bitches know bust 'til I see the chrome

From the intro you was fucked from the phasing

Deeper the cuts and abrasions erupts in amazing

****, my niña buck, fuck the gazing

Enemies get tore up from the blazing

Fool, you'll be burning 'em with your black ass

Murderous hips, hurting the crips, ride on personal licks

Opposition die for serving them six

Every one of 'em with a hit, but some

Was missing from the jerks and the kicks

'Cause I be working my bitch

Tryna pimp her but she a wild and untamed thang

Kicking static off when she gangbang, blast to the fullest moon

**** better pull it soon or suffer from hella five bullet wounds

And even though I stay plugged with some thugs, why call a stud?

When it comes to her love, it's none above

She drawing blood, static under the rug

'Cause every time I take a hit at the bud and give you a hug

You gon' pop off a slug

Drinking Rémy on the block, gotta bust the Glock

When the Henny hit the chest, bust the Smith & Wess'

Fuck a discussion, I'm busting 'em all, clutching my balls

If I see I'll be laid to rest, let me hit the cess

Deuce revolver, used to be a problem solver

But the niña made me a baller

No strap can take the place of the black nine

Leaving flatlines, feel the fury you was born to taste from my warm embrace

I got plenty love for the fo'-fo'

But when I pick it up, I don't wanna let it go

Because a **** straight loving your warm embrace

I got plenty love for the fo'-five

And when I pick it up, I don't wanna let it ride

But still I bust 'cause I survive from your warm embrace

I got plenty love for the nine mil'

And when I pick it up, I don't really wanna kill

But still I bust because I'm needing your warm embrace

All you motherfuckers better duck and hide

'Cause I'ma let it ride and slide the clip aside

And start to bust because I'm loving your warm embrace

I got plenty love for the fo'-fo'

Fo'-fo', fo'-fo'

Warm embrace

I got plenty love for the fo'-five

Fo'-five, fo'-five, fo'-five

Warm embrace

I got plenty love for the nine mil' (nine mil', nine mil')

Yeah, Gus

I don't know what's up in my house looking for a motherfucker

Talking about where they're fucking up my furniture

But they ain't get my bones

Ain't nothing wrong, yeah

Smokin' Swisher, smokin' Philly (that right)

I said ain't nothin' wrong with the bong

Ain't nothin' wrong

Smokin' Backwoods (let them know), smokin' White Isles (what else?)

I said ain't nothin' wrong with the bong

Ain't nothin' wrong (now tell me, boy)

Smokin' at the mall (there you go by), smokin' 30 (there you go by)

I said ain't nothin' wrong with the bong

Ain't nothin' wrong (there you go by)

Smokin' Paper (I want to have what?) Smokin' five point o

I said ain't nothin' wrong with the bong

Ain't nothin' wrong, yeah

What's wrong with the ball game?

Shit, give me that ball, you don't know what to do

Written by: Liffy Stokes, Mayz, Twista

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