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TWOPOINTFIVE

Twisted!

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Excuse me

Y’all got me fucked up
Please don’t get me fucked up
Now I’m really up, fuck
Damn we got em sick, huh
Hundred thousand flights
Pockets looking like they bricks, huh
Said she couldn’t find me
so a n***a put his wrist up
Wrist up
Wrist up
Said she couldn’t find me
so a n***a put his wrist up
Wrist up
Wrist up
Said she couldn’t find me
so a n***a put his wrist up

Got these n****s mad
and that envy shit is tragic
Young Amine baby please
don’t please don’t please don’t touch my baggage
I’m so motherfuckin pretty put my face up
on a jacket
Talkin bout me like I care
but i’m at Disney doin’ acid

I got a bitch that’s bad
And a bitch that’s super freaky she got hella ass
Vanmoof on my bike I let that drama pass
N****s show some love but tell me
what’s the catch
Tell me what’s the catch

Y’all got me fucked up
Please don’t get me fucked up
Now I’m really up, fuck
Damn we got em sick, huh
Hundred thousand flights
Pockets looking like they bricks, huh
Said she couldn’t find me
so a n***a put his wrist up
Wrist up
Wrist up
Said she couldn’t find me
so a n***a put his wrist up
Wrist up
Wrist up
Said she couldn’t find me
so a n***a put his wrist up

R-E-S-P-E-C-T
You can’t get that shit from me
Rappers wanna send a verse
I tell em send a warranty

My ice real yours make believe
N*****s sweet i’m sugar free
Flight to paris in the morning
but my pants is japanese (I think that’s him)
Rolling deep (really deep)
Like Adele (oh my god)
Call my folks (huh)
Tell em I’m doin’ well
I’m ducked off somewhere in the cut
Said she can’t see in the club so i put my wrist up

Y’all got me fucked up
Please don’t get me fucked up
Now I’m really up, fuck
Damn we got em sick, huh
Hundred thousand flights
Pockets looking like they bricks, huh
Said she couldn’t find me
so a n***a put his wrist up
Wrist up
Wrist up
Wrist up
Wrist up
Y’all got me fucked up