Correction Lyrics Twoten (Remix) by D Smoke

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Ayy, okay, look
This the remix, on some sweet sh*t
New whip, different color, then I threw some Ds, b*t*h
My new baby appetite, I feed her d**k and cheese, Swiss
My new baby full of plight, and her looks deceivin'
I'm a six-speed n***a 'til I R.I.P
Same city, why you bullsh*ttin' 'bout Suga Free?
Y'all forgettin' about the town and I'ma f**k up the coast
I drove Camino to the wood, then I pass it to Smoke

Super good, dreadlocks with a padlock on these streets
Flow go crack rock, hope my sack raw
She go laptop on these knees
Polo, Nascar, can't go fast, and all this gridlock ODB
Dirty b*st*rd, flirt in traffic, they gon' hear the same song as me
Bass gon' boom, them 808s let loose, and they gon' hate on D
Smoke, the loco, more than neat though, from the streets of
I-N-G-L-E-W-double O-D, the puzzle's golden piece
Cornered off, they Microsoft the Mac
Then trapped him, no retreat, no retreat
Do-si-do, ho, dodge that bull, no sweat like Keith
Nod ya head on beat 'til you break neck
And sweat drop to your feet
It's a TED Talk anytime I let off, bet I'm Kool Moe Dee
Better yet, I'm Umo, you know few, but
Bet they can't do it like me

Diamonds cut in on my b*t*h skin
(.45, all that bass inside, b*t*h, I'm multiplied)
Twoten PCH, big body Benz
(.45, all that bass inside, b*t*h, I'm multiplied)
Liberace bloody, paint that coupe red
(.45, all that bass inside, b*t*h, I'm multiplied)
Liberace bloody, paint that pu**y red, ayy
(.45, all that bass inside, b*t*h, I'm multiplied)
Diamonds cut in on my b*t*h skin
(.45, all that bass inside, b*t*h, I'm multiplied)
Twoten PCH, big body Benz
(.45, all that bass inside, b*t*h, I'm multiplied)
Liberace bloody, paint that coupe red
(.45, all that bass inside, b*t*h, I'm multiplied)
Liberace bloody, paint that pu**y red, ayy
(.45, all that bass inside, b*t*h, I'm multiplied)

I got the chopstick on me right now
I'm talkin' right now, right now
Have shawty pipe down for a n***a
Hop out of this low and bite down
Them n***as tucked off at they momma house
'Til the fumk die down
We got like four guns in this one car
That's how the bros ride 'round
I can't be tied down to no b*t*h (Yeah)
I'm really 'bout the guala
Don't let me find out you b*t*h (Yeah)
Like, we gotta holla
I got a phone call from the pen' (Yeah)
Like, "Send me a dollar"
He took a field trip, but he missed (Yeah)
We'll get 'em tomorrow
Yeah, landlord of the gang land, body count on my waistband
Amiri jeans with them Space Jams, full switch on that spray can
Big body when I yank in, boosie b*t*h from the brain, ten
I ain't even gotta do nothin', n***a, I ain't even gotta save them

Diamonds cut in on my b*t*h skin
(.45, all that bass inside, b*t*h, I'm multiplied)
Twoten PCH, big body Benz
(.45, all that bass inside, b*t*h, I'm multiplied)
Liberace bloody, paint that coupe red
(.45, all that bass inside, b*t*h, I'm multiplied)
Liberace bloody paint that pu**y red, ayy
(.45, all that bass inside, b*t*h, I'm multiplied)
Diamonds cut in on my b*t*h skin
(.45, all that bass inside, b*t*h, I'm multiplied)
Twoten PCH, big body Benz
(.45, all that bass inside, b*t*h, I'm multiplied)
Liberace bloody, paint that coupe red
(.45, all that bass inside, b*t*h, I'm multiplied)
Liberace bloody paint that pu**y red, ayy
(.45, all that bass inside, b*t*h, I'm multiplied)

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