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carullo - twisted كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
this for the real
uhh

[verse 1: carullo]
i do this sh-t gory
b-tches know the name but not the story
smith & wesson weapon with no warning (grrr)
bodies always dropping in the coffin he ain’t snoring (nah)
wake up with the k!llers i don’t get to see the morning
red upon the canvas
rollie on the ratchet
reaching for the trigger now it’s come to be a habit
moose knuckle jacket wasn’t magic made it happen
static in the attic with a semi automatic (now i got ‘em like)
please
check your phone
check your phone
police
arrest them bros
arrest them go
leave a message at the tone
but you all alone
thieves
adios
jumpin out the low low
if you ain’t talkin’ money what you talking about
if you ain’t talkin’ loudly what you talking about
if you ain’t talkin’ audi’s what you talking about
if you ain’t talkin’ ‘bout me what you talking about (uhh)
boom
boom
trapping with my crew
jumping out the coupe
rover not the moon
looney as the tunes
shepherd till it’s 2
hit a lick
soft
keep a glizzy with the goons
f-cked up brain from my past and my fears
i can’t bear to see my momma shed another tear
i do it for the realest that been with me 15 years
i can’t have another one my brothers up in here with all these

[chorus: carullo]
spirits, dead people, triggers, phantoms and wraiths
homies suffocating but that lambo drawer is they fate
she work it bad for a fella, throw my friends on her cake
afterlife won’t be walking in through doors yeh them gates
spirits, dead people, triggers, phantoms and wraiths
homies suffocating but that lambo drawer is they fate
she work it bad for a fella, throw my friends on her cake
afterlife won’t be walking in through doors yeh them gates

[verse 2: carullo]
ain’t the same person that i was before (nah)
i ain’t afraid of death like i was before (nah)
i would chase a k!ller down like you would think i was an athlete
i skippady dippady flippady rip it but never get up in a trap suite
i pack heat
in the back seat
with a little bit of bands and a baggy
in the back streets
when they all try to bag me
cops try to attack me got ‘em like
please
can’t show that pet-te to the police
before they leave
middle fingers higher, they increase
blanging
hanging
i’m singing
trap phone ringing (brrr)
bando let the the gang in
ru ru banking (rrrr)
ruger get to banging (grrr)
uzi get the thanking (ba)
blue print get to planning
smoking for the gaza
slaughter with a choppa
shordy finna top when i get off in mississauga
tell em homie face your fears
you better erase them tears
accelerate reclaim them years
up that bl–dy cup and say a cheers now

[verse 3: carullo]
paranormal activity as you sleep
figures floating by your bed side near your feet
poltergeist life fuzzy channels on the screen
demons burn you up, scratch your brain ain’t a dream
eh
diamond flooded teeth
born under the t
devil smoking reef
reef
reef
reef
jeeze
faded as i bleed
i can’t feel my body
all this light that i don’t need
‘cause i’ve been so naughty this christmas
i swear i asked for a biscuit
i’m rolling up on my wish list
guess you can say that i’m twisted
just like a blunt to a stoney
low key i’m smokey’s coyote
ceremony on the cold streets
i keep a pole in the stollie
while imma stroll with a rollie
i need a trophy a tony
you an imposter a phoney
everyone say they your homie
with me i’m still feeling lonely
i pop a cop to get going
i went from holy to only
floating cozy with all my demons screaming

[chorus: carullo]
spirits, dead people and wraiths
homies suffocating but that lambo drawer is they fate
she work it bad for a fella, throw my friends on her cake
afterlife won’t be walking in through doors yeh them gates
spirits, dead people, triggers, phantoms and wraiths
homies suffocating but that lambo drawer is they fate
she work it bad for a fella, throw my friends on her cake
afterlife won’t be walking in through doors yeh them gates

[outro]
uhh
young rullo on the beat

- carullo

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