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Twista, Drag-On

Twisted Heat

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[Swizz Beatz]Aowwwwwwwww!We know y`all can drink `til you throw upWe know y`all sittin` on 20`sWe know y`all reppin` your hoodBut how many y`all KILL!!![Twista]Bounce that ass, load them cribs,let me see the mobbin` niggaz that wanna talk shitRowdy motherfuckers that be scummy and`ll go for the money,ready to ride when they rollin` a lickThugs with the Chevy`s, thugs with the trucks,the real gun runner never run when he bustHenny and he mobs in the front, smoke a `dro blunt,sippin` with a fifty sack under the nutsHoes with ass and no gutlet me see you jiggle it from SIDE TO SIDENiggaz if it`s static, then pass me the strap,gonna RIDE `Til MY RIDEAll the hoes that`ll freak niggaz, with the `fedi,let`s get buck up in the clubAnd all my soldiers, FALL OUT, gangstas, MOB UPAll the homies on the block, ante up on the fin,and let`s go get us a sackServe til we got a custom `Llac, hustlin` packs`til a nigga bust, then we bustin` backGuys that`ll roll them dice and win,Girls with the `fits that show the skinReal niggaz mind your best friend at the pen,Real hoes let your best friend know about menCause I be squeezin` assand`ll make a full glass disappear like a genieMove to the LOX and Beanie,while them hoes backin` that thang up on my weenieIt`s like no nigga in the world could see mewhen I Ruff Ryde with Drag-OnRollin` up big babies in a Mercedes,if you want herb we got bombsChorus: Twista (Drag-On) (2x)Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my nugzFor the ones who smoke pot, do stick ups, and ball in our hoodWhat do a nigga say when he sees Drag-On And Twista (kill me)Gangsta (Let`s ride), hustla (Feel me)[Drag-On]By know everybody should know, that the kid spit tight,and this kid spit fire lightAnd the bitch I don` fucked like last night,I don`t give a fuck `bout a 2 and a half micCause the only motherfucfkin magazine that I read,is when I buy my gun from itHow many bullets you could digest in that one stomach,I suggest y`all run from itAnd the click-click from the calico, I gotta go,make it pimp with a lot of hoesI`m the same motherfucker that`s countin` that dough,cookin` that coke to a pot of goldCause my rainbow, is every color top that crackhead copI don`t care I gotta cap me a copAs long as I got enough money to cop me a drop, pop enough glocksDrag open up dope spots and co-op`s in convo at condosKeep the heat up in jeeps, in case y`all creep up on meI run up on y`all in a cab with a meter on meAnd the only on leavin` is meAnd the only one bleedin` is you, tryin` to breeze with meAll I rock is E-N-Y-C-E, in the NYC with the white TAll I really do is R-U,double F, R-Y-D-E, D-R-A-G, to the dash O-NCatch me, smokin` potent, bet I leave y`all, niggaz soakin`,with your insides openChorus: Twista (Drag-On) (2x)[Swizz Beatz]ERRRRRRR!!!!Hold the fuck up! (Slow down!)Drag, Twista (Listen up!)These motherfuckers don`t know what`s real out here(They damn sure don`t)This is volume 2 (volume 2)Nigga, so, get ignorant!Chorus: Twista (Drag-On)[Twista]Whether murder or bouncy beat, my flow be philosophicalSmokin` on tropical, achievin` all +Missions Impossible+When I up the block at you, I`ma pop at youIf your momma cry there`s nothin` I could doShould not`ve fucked with Mr. IllogicalWhen I`m in to clubbin`, huggin`, shake it don`t you break itYour booty too sacred, can`t take it, wanna see you nakedI done drunk a blue motherfucker, so you know I`m lit upEverybody get up, sweat for the Twista, it`s a stick up[Drag-On]This where the shit pick up, let me load this clip up,just pour me some liquorFlame-On and Twista,let`s see if you murdered who`ll miss yaI love the dirty south, that`s why I gotta dirty mouththat`ll burn you outTell your bitch I got a dick that`ll turn her out,especially when I tell her turn aroundI don` hurt her nowShit`ll come back, and I think it`s time to get murdered nowI`m tired of silly clowns,spittin` out weak shit, sound like me shitYou gon` make me pull a all nighterStandin` infront of your crib with that gasoline and that lighterThat way we won`t miss ya, Drag-On and Twista(Put it on `em!)

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