Twisted Lyrics by RIVEN
LYRICS FROM SNIPPET
At the bank countin’ the fifty’s, yeah
I do not play, no guidance safety, please do not get that sh#t twisted, yeah
Hop out the car, them racks, I got plenty
Steppin’ out, I got some Balenci’ (Balenci’)
You want the 4 for 4 at Wendy, b#tch, I’m eatin’ at Benny’s
Ice on my mo’f#ckin’ 〈.?.〉 (Phew), I drop this tab, now I’m chillin’ (Phew)
I’m cookin’ like I’m in the kitchen, get to the money, that sh#t it’s my mission
I’m flexin’ too much, I don’t think I can stop
Hop on the whip and I’m countin’ my guap
I’m ’bouta go to the mall…
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RIVEN Lyrics – Twisted