Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Twisted, artist - TelaDate of issue: 20.03.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Twisted |
| Uh, ahhh yeah, right right now |
| Let’s drop, dedication to the kings of hip-hop |
| Shit, thank you ha |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |