Twinz

My car got a twin, my kicks got a twin, my gun got a twin, my chick got a twin

Two lesbian twins and two all white Benz

If you ain’t stacking Benjamin’s, then you ain’t getting in

(2X)

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Okay these clowns run they mouth, man they must be on some stupid shit

I got twin Glocks, yes all my weapons have duplicates

Very accurate, so I don’t miss, poppin’ dudes just like bubble wrap

One to the chest, one to the head — I call that a double tap

My wallet filled with mouse traps for gold-diggin’ hood rats

Flow so cold, when it come to chicks my heart froze like icicles

In the VIP with five strippers, after my cheese like mice, hitters

That’s why they get dismissed quicker — Gone

Chick on her knees give me head like lice, snicker

And she got some big lips, good grip like vice grippers — Nicccce

In the bed with two lesbian bi sisters

Ridin’ my face and my hips like I’m a bicycle — Ooh

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My car got a twin, my kicks got a twin, my gun got a twin, my chick got a twin

Two lesbian twins and two all white Benz

If you ain’t stacking Benjamin’s, then you ain’t getting in

(2X)

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Two bad chicks identical, but no not your typical

Ménage is my visual, in the back of a vehicle

Slow jam come out the stereo, strip for me girl now here we go

Get behind ‘em like decimal points, take ‘em down just like pressure points

One name Tiera, one name Tia

Brown sugar name Pam, hot yellow name Gina

I even got my main chick — her name is Nina

And she even got a twin, I call her the Grim Reaper

And Nina stay loaded — oh you got somethin’ to say?

She stay heated — you bitches can get it any day

And your girl in that corner lookin’ like she safe

But your chick can get it too — Nina go both ways

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My car got a twin, my kicks got a twin, my gun got a twin, my chick got a twin

Two lesbian twins and two all white Benz

If you ain’t stacking Benjamin’s, then you ain’t getting in

(2X)

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Twin personalities battlin’, rattlin’ inside of my abdomen,

Shadow boxin’ with savages — one of ‘em laugh while the other one stabbin’ him,

Two sides of my brain playin’ tug-of-war in a padded den,

One wearin’ a grin, other sayin’ “Let’s sin” — guess which one’s back again.

Twin Glocks on the dresser, both dressed to kill,

Drop shells, twin bells, let the harmony spill,

Red bone twins dancin’ with skill,

Bodies bend low while they move like a drill.

Paper rain when I aim, let the currency drift,

Flood the whole stage, hope you hoes can swim,

Red dot twins lock in when the lights go dim,

Bodies drop, crowd rock — let the night begin.

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My car got a twin, my kicks got a twin, my gun got a twin, my chick got a twin

Two lesbian twins and two all white Benz

If you ain’t stacking Benjamin’s, then you ain’t getting in

(2X)