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Lil' Twist

Genres: Hip-Hop

My Weezy Lyrics - Lil' Twist

Young Money all stars on the way 

Put the party in the bag now hand it over 

 

Wait a minute 

Wait a minute 

Wait a minute 

See I ain't know you were gunna do this one. 

Ight, Now you motherfuckers happy huh? 

That's what y'all you been wantin' huh? 

 

Okay, Okay, 

Go ahead Drama 

 

See I don't wanna be the Mixtape king no more, 

More like the Mixtape President, 

Barak Odrama! 

It was definitely time for change, 

 

I mean the game been dry 

So, I figured we going for re-election 

So, Me and Wayne gon' keep runnin' 

So y'all niggas can fly 

 

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This a big E beat, 

And I'm a cook this bitch like piggy meat 

Yeahh, hehe 

You can get pork chopped, 

Young money bitch 

Let the champagne cork pop, 

I will bat your man, 

Now go tell her short stop 

Okay bitch, You do the wop 

Well bitch, I do the guap 

Okay man, You do the drop 

Well man, I do the yacht 

You pull up in parking lots 

I pull up the dock like 

Yeahhh 

Macaroni greens and hamhocks, 

I am not on your planet like Dr. Spock, 

Rock... 

To my own tune, 

Lil tune 

My stomach hurtin' 

My shit is dropping real soon 

Kill whom and whoever for whatever 

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters 

Now you spell it 

I say Young Money bitch forever, 

And we better than all these mothafuckas up in this era 

Know'm talkin bout? 

Yeah 

I tell my niggas pick the target out, 

And then I quickly pick the target off 

Like volleyball, I'm a serve em, 

 

Photos 

 

And being fake is pussy so nigga, I'm a virgin 

Dr. Carter, Tell them bitches I'm a surgeon 

Cleaner than some brand new detergent 

Ya heard me? 

And I make ya bitch get on the plane with that Fergie 

Tell em get on (Birdman Jr.'s Birdy) 

 

I love the skin that I'm in 

Goose pimples couldn't shake me up out of the Y.M. 

That Yack, 

That Goose, 

That Tron, 

That Gin 

 

Got a couple girls crackin' 

Let the party begin 

I heard you call your self a baller when the cameras on 

If it ain't trickin' cuz you got it 

What you trippin' on? 

See, I'm a spoiled chick 

You frontin' niggas hatin' me up with 

But my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches 

 

Rockin on the scene 

And yeah, I hit my duggy 

I D-Town boogy 

Now the girls really love me 

V.I.C. to Vic 

Yeah, They both got silly 

Lil Twist, I get silly 

I'm the king of the city 

Young Money, Young Mullah 

Yeah, The kid in this thang 

Grown men in this game 

Can't compete with me mayne 

Especially 

When I pull up in that candy red 

(54's on the dash sittin' next to Lil Wayne) 

I'm a beast 

I'm a dog 

Yeah, Yeah I rap harder 

Mic in my hand 

I run like Marion Barber 

 

You haters on the sidelines 

And I be a starter 

Going Bad on you kids like I'm Reginae Carter 

That's my little sister if you boys didn't know 

(Wait) 

That's Weezy's daughter 

(So don't mess with her bro!) 

Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of cars 

Signin' out 

Young Money, D-town's All Star 

 

Its Tyga 

No lion 

I'm eating 

No Diner 

This species 

Don't diet 

Every milla fish Friday 

Squad deep 

Like the white guy from Verizon 

Gator righteous 

So its only right you meet the fugitive 

John Mcgiver 

Teenager 

School cyhphers 

I was too nicer 

Than them no liscence, 

You gets no high-fivin' 

Nigga, Roll the damn dices 

Touche 

My word play touches from the colour great 

My kick game so unreal 

They say them colours must be fake 

Never been made 

MTV, I make 

Quake your very eyesight 

My fame's no mistake 

Since the deal 

Steak dinner everyday 

For the movie 

My life is like a Compton Play 

You can see it 

Nearly breathe it 

From a couple feet away 

But stay away 

Cuz I don't 

Get along 

With them tag-along 

Let me 

Get on a song 

Period gone 

I'm off the like cordless phones 

My identity so right 

They think its wrong 

 

G.E.D. Young Money 

Finish strong, so I'm a keep goin' 

My ligaments covered in green like general symbols on my face 

Like my skin was leather made 

Leatherman Louis 

You ain't never seen 

Like a nun booty 

None before me 

After 

Its only boys 

Tyga man 

I do it for the hatin' homies 

 

Shout to Hollygrove 

Shout to the A-town 

304 wassup! 

Shout to Harlem 

Philly wassup! 

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