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twisted insane - guns n' butter كلمات الأغنية

intro:

i hear you
you know the problem wit’ you lil n-gga’s
you think you know everything about the d-mn world
and you don’t know sh-t
i see you got yo selves a lil bidness’ going well that’s good, that’s good
you make that paper
but when you makin’ paper you gotta learn some rules to go with it
you gotta learn the difference between guns and b-tter
there’s two types of n-gga’s in this world
the n-ggas wit guns and n-ggas wit b-tter
now what are the guns?
the guns, that’s the real estate, that’s stocks and bonds [?] hard work
you know sh-t that depreciates with value
whats the b-tter?
cars, clothes, jewellery all that other bullsh-t that don’t mean sh-t after you buy it
that’s what its all about guns and b-tter baby
lil dumb motherf-cker

[verse 1: twisted insane]

i was never with the bullsh-t
f-ck a internet i really wanna hit the set and pull up in the front yard catch fades wit’ ya
i don’t wanna hear no excuse when i get loose in the ring
bad-a-bing run up by yourself and tell the people you don’t want no help from dazing ya
really round no gangsta’s?
i ain’t wolfin’ only whoopin’ have a n-gga shoot it outta me was lookin’ for no lame -ss like you blood
i’d a rather people told me to just hit the gas a motherf-cker had to crew jump
waitin’ for ya bussin’ wit you gun if i be right there blood do somethin’
talk how you wanna talk when its time to walk then you better then
i don’t need no help, come in by myself solo when its time to sock chins
talk about a n-gga so sick then ‘oh sh-t he walked in’
on a baretta, conor mcgregor dome split better stop him
somebody anybody come and help me ain’t n0body wanna pop him
shootin’ all the bullets that i got up in my gun he’s not droppin’
what the f-ck well stop him
no i hope he don’t get poppin’
we just wanna keep him underground and we don’t wanna see him in the top 10
save it, i don’t wanna hear it show me yo location
call my phone sayin’ “you a b-tch” then hang up that’s some g-y sh-t
catch me in the street no heat hands and feet blood i’m waitin’
hit me with the same energy i’l end yo vacation
bangin’ with the blood n-gga’s and crip n-gga’s ‘sup t nut
why these n-gga’s wanna act like they will not get beat up? (beat up)
real n-gga’s throwin’ b’s up and c’s up (c’s up)
leave a n-gga f-cked, face down and feet up

[phone call]

woo hoo hoo, bluh’
that muhf-cker right there too (busy?) right there, super brackin’, too brackin’ n-gga
that n-gga (laced?)
hey on gang boy
easy n-gga

the question everybody wants know is why they gave this n-gga stardom

[hook: twisted insane]

word, n-gga you ain’t bout’ sh-t
really from the turf, n-gga you ain’t bout’ sh-t
people get merked, n-gga you ain’t bout’ sh-t
you will get hurt, n-gga you ain’t bout’ sh-t
b-tch it’s brainsick
talk how you wanna talk when its time to walk then you better walk then

[verse 2: t nutty]

bounce out with a roundhouse and a drop kick
on some blocc sh-t better clean em up with a mop n-gga’s better stop this
i’ma get to slackin’ at the top lift
fall down and drop quick fore’ i draw down with a chopstick
i ain’t really with the gossip
talk sh-t n-gga’s die really
pop up at the moshpit and fight really
i’m high really
thinkin’ about the dead homie’s and cry really
coulda been readin’ the bible, but in my hood them n-gga’s be ready to fly (k!lly?)
my crib and its fly really, you n-gga’s is (boosy?)
two fingers in the koochie
coz’ you d-ck ride like a groupie
absoloutely
you n-gga’s better relay something mr. loopy [?]
t – nutty one a’ tha’ best of em’ that’s how ya introduce me
or i’ma check somethin’ like nike’s on your 2 feet
on the set cuzzin’
warren [?] block not talkin’ bout no movie
line it up like a barber shop
these n-gga’s in the parking lot
we don’t even like to talk alot
(-gunshot-) motherf-cker
bang bang on the west coast where they hard to box
way better like mayweather take fade’s hittin’ all the target shots
let the n-gga’s act g-y together say whatever then the ball’l drop
(?) coz thats what kinda heart he got
yeah he act hard but he prolly’ not
see me tryna scr-p hard with a few n-gga’s he gone prolly’ watch
and rolex to the roller ball you don’t wanna get dirty
i’m pushin’ up like a burpy, bumpin’ into n-gga’s like a herppy
work heap [?]
like a jive -ss turkey motherf-cker
merk somethin’ when i ride past worth nothin’ sucker [?]
and a bunch’ll leave your head swole like a pumpkin if its jumpin’ off
got security runnin’ coz we really gunnin’ and dumpin’ off
half of these n-gga’s fulla sh-t mixed with tough and soft
my whole clique got amputated had to cut em’ off
i can do it by myself b-tch i been a boss
it’s nutty so please don’t put no sucker sh-t up in the sauce

[phonecall]

[hook: twisted insane]
word, n-gga you ain’t bout’ sh-t
really from the turf, n-gga you ain’t bout’ sh-t
people get merked, n-gga you ain’t bout’ sh-t
you will get hurt, n-gga you ain’t bout’ sh-t
b-tch it’s brainsick
talk how you wanna talk when its time to walk then you better walk then

[verse 3: twisted insane]

hit the corner bent, don’t trip when i shoot sh-t like a free throw
touch em’ on the chin don’t trip it’s like i filled up with the cheat codes
with the big homie’s and the big guns n-gga i ain’t talkin’ bout d-loc
raised up like a freak show, young b-bone tell em ain’t n0body f-ck around and better break out some tuxedo’s
semi automatic chew a n-gga like a 3 piece and dorito’s
i been tryna keep it cool but ive had about enough of n-gga’s ego’s
hands like torpedo’s
(-gunshot-)

- twisted insane

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