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aminé - twisted! lyrics
[intro: rickey thompson]
‘scuse me! ah_ahem
[chorus]
y’all got me f_cked up, please don’t get me f_cked up
now i’m really up, f_ck, d_mn, we got ’em sick, huh?
hundred thousand flights, pockets lookin’ like they bricks, huh
said she couldn’t find me, so a n_gga put his wrist up
wrist up, wrist up
said she couldn’t find me, so a n_gga put his wrist up
wrist up, wrist up
said she couldn’t find me, so a n_gga put his wrist up
[verse 1]
got these n_ggas mad, and that envy sh_t is tragic
young aminé, baby, please don’t, please don’t, please don’t touch my baggage
i’m so motherf_ckin’ pretty, put my face up on that jacket
talkin’ ‘bout me like i care, but i’m at disney doin’ acid
i got a b_tch, she’s bad (she’s hot)
and a b_tch that’s super freaky, she got h_lla ass (godd_mn)
i move from my bike, i let that drama pass (he’s ridin’)
n_ggas show some love, but tell me, what’s the catch? (what?)
tell me, what’s the catch? (what?)
[chorus]
i said, y’all got me f_cked up, please don’t get me f_cked up
now i’m really up, f_ck, d_mn, we got ’em sick, huh?
hundred thousand flights, pockets lookin’ like they bricks, huh
said she couldn’t find me, so a n_gga put his wrist up
wrist up, wrist up
said she couldn’t find me, so a n_gga put his wrist up
wrist up, wrist up
said she couldn’t find me, so a n_gga put his wrist up (sheesh)
[verse 2]
r_e_s_p_e_c_t: you can get that sh_t from me (sheesh)
rappers wanna send a verse; i tell ‘em, “send a warranty” (sheesh)
my ice real, yours make belief (sheesh), n_ggas sweet, i’m sugar_free (sheesh)
flight to paris in the mornin’, but my pants is j_panese
(“i think that’s him!”) rollin’ deep (really deep), like adele
(oh my god) call my foes (ha), tell ‘em i’m doin’ well (he’s great)
i’m ducked off somewhere in the cut
said she can’t see in the club, so i put my wrist up (that’s true)
[chorus]
y’all got me f_cked up, please don’t get me f_cked up
now i’m really up, f_ck, d_mn, we got ’em sick, huh?
hundred thousand flights, pockets lookin’ like they bricks, huh
said she couldn’t find me, so a n_gga put his wrist up
wrist up, wrist up
said she couldn’t find me, so a n_gga put his wrist up
wrist up, wrist up
said she couldn’t find me, so a n_gga put his wrist up
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