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Artist:	Tela
Song Title:	Twisted
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Uh, ahhh yeah, right right now

Let's drop, dedication to the kings of hip-hop

Shit, thank you ha

[Verse 1]

It was this bitch named LaQueesha, met her on the Eastside

Rollin' in my boat while pullin' her over with the p-sign

Spit the competence, and confidence in conversation

Chances on point and I'm not in violation

See hoes are like the value of a fraction

With me, I just proceed to do my deed to go to askin' em' relaxin' em'

Spit that game that drain from Imperial, she said a nigga be cereal

Like Cheerios, we live for hoes, here it goes

I'm rollin' with Suave and I ain't givin' a fuck

Employed with some voids is doin' jobs to us

A must, I can bust from a hundred yards plus

But St. Gal is the rough, got in the Seville and mushed (Nigga hush)

Now who's sweeter, the nigga Tela

5-0 be the leader, speed of a T to Vida

Switch the bitch, enlisted dicks

I'm love she up to this, no contradicts

I'm givin' a fuck about man understand this

[Chorus]

Keep on rollin' from the danger

And I'm loadin' one in chamber

Ain't nobody out there ridin' close to me, not for free

Keep on rollin' from the danger

And I'm loadin' one in chamber

Ain't nobody out there ridin' close to me, not for free

[Verse 2]

Now I'm makin' her mind cum off steak and rum

Abaci whites and henny whites and plenty umm, plum

Candy, man she understand me

See the name of the game is to be enchanting

Listen to those, I suppose that's the catch

In the beginning tryin' to get in, naw that's a childish act

Laid back, play that, roll havin' control over ya beau for a minute

Give her a hold and touch her titty

A pity someone gotta spit it intellectual

And give it the sexual meaning, keep it warm and dick it

I'll get it, the chick like I'm supposed to

Makin' a toast to the evening as we leavin'

I told ya she's gettin' social

Sayin' she's around the smoker of the doja

And she knows the soap and close to

Super tight, teeth white like liquid paper

Versace jeans, got the Beamer schemes on that ass

Shake her, take her silk from the fit that I just ripped

From the boss, see God finally pick on the other car off of the

[Chorus]

I'm sittin' here tryin' to figure if sweetie wanna dick up

My eyes on thighs that gotta slide in thicker, picker

Questions apart from solutions

From dark ways back to Houston, I shoot competin'

Now loosen up the lips between the hips

Clutchin' on my nuts like grips

Gettin' full of this eclipse

Slips, it's something more loungin' than see-through gowns and

Got me clownin' in a tight town housin'

A thousand thangs on my brain as I recline

Dick these whores down from the crease in panty line

I guess I'm gonna seek through ya pines

I'm pressin' down the blinds to see reflection of super signs

A bitch goin' on out cha' gates

A nigga just pulled off his plates and ran up the staircase

Plates till seen like a scene from a tale

And nigga thinkin' she a queen so he ain't physically well

I can tell from the cussin' he talkin' about bustin'

He grabs a galss and hits my ass with the bloody stubs and

Now you runnin' down the hallways tryin' to get to the stairways

Gon' and bust his ass between Winchester and Airways

Get paid, never take murderers, take no services

If they got cho' bitch then you feelin' kind of nervous

[Chorus x2]

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