Aminé - Twisted! lyrics
Aminé [Adam Aminé Daniel] Woodlawn, Portland, Oregon, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Aminé - Twisted! lyrics]
'Scuse me
Y'all got me fucked up
Please don't get me fucked up
Now I'm really up, fuck
Damn, we got em sick, huh
Hundred thousand flights
Pockets looking like they bricks, huh
Said she couldn't find me, so a nigga put his wrist up
Wrist up
Wrist up
Said she couldn't find me, so a nigga put his wrist up
Wrist up
Wrist up
Said she couldn't find me, so a nigga put his wrist up
Got these niggas mad and that envy shit is tragic
Young Aminé, baby, please don't, please don't, please don't touch my baggage
I'm so motherfuckin pretty, put my face up on a jacket
Talkin' 'bout me like I care but I'm at Disney doin' acid
I got a bitch that's bad
And a bitch that's super freaky, she got hella ass
Vanmoof on my bike, I let that drama pass
Niggas show some love, but tell me what's the catch
Tell me what's the catch
Y'all got me fucked up
Please don't get me fucked up
Now I'm really up, fuck
Damn we got 'em sick, huh
Hundred thousand flights
Pockets looking like they bricks, huh
Said she couldn't find me, so a nigga put his wrist up
Wrist up
Wrist up
Said she couldn't find me, so a nigga put his wrist up
Wrist up
Wrist up
Said she couldn't find me, so a nigga put his wrist up
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
You can't get that shit from me
Rappers wanna send a verse
I tell 'em send a warranty
My ice real, yours make-believe
Niggas sweet, I'm sugar free
Flight to Paris in the morning but my pants is Japanese (I think that's him)
Rolling deep (Really deep)
Like Adele (Oh my God)
Call my folks (Huh)
Tell em I'm doin' well
I'm ducked off somewhere in the cut
Said she can't see in the club, so I put my wrist up
Y'all got me fucked up
Please don't get me fucked up
Now I'm really up, fuck
Damn, we got 'em sick, huh
Hundred thousand flights
Pockets looking like they bricks, huh
Said she couldn't find me, so a nigga put his wrist up
Wrist up
Wrist up
Wrist up
Wrist up
Y'all got me fucked up
Y'all got me fucked up
Please don't get me fucked up
Now I'm really up, fuck
Damn, we got em sick, huh
Hundred thousand flights
Pockets looking like they bricks, huh
Said she couldn't find me, so a nigga put his wrist up
Wrist up
Wrist up
Said she couldn't find me, so a nigga put his wrist up
Wrist up
Wrist up
Said she couldn't find me, so a nigga put his wrist up
Got these niggas mad and that envy shit is tragic
Young Aminé, baby, please don't, please don't, please don't touch my baggage
I'm so motherfuckin pretty, put my face up on a jacket
Talkin' 'bout me like I care but I'm at Disney doin' acid
I got a bitch that's bad
And a bitch that's super freaky, she got hella ass
Vanmoof on my bike, I let that drama pass
Niggas show some love, but tell me what's the catch
Tell me what's the catch
Y'all got me fucked up
Please don't get me fucked up
Now I'm really up, fuck
Damn we got 'em sick, huh
Hundred thousand flights
Pockets looking like they bricks, huh
Said she couldn't find me, so a nigga put his wrist up
Wrist up
Wrist up
Said she couldn't find me, so a nigga put his wrist up
Wrist up
Wrist up
Said she couldn't find me, so a nigga put his wrist up
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
You can't get that shit from me
Rappers wanna send a verse
I tell 'em send a warranty
My ice real, yours make-believe
Niggas sweet, I'm sugar free
Flight to Paris in the morning but my pants is Japanese (I think that's him)
Rolling deep (Really deep)
Like Adele (Oh my God)
Call my folks (Huh)
Tell em I'm doin' well
I'm ducked off somewhere in the cut
Said she can't see in the club, so I put my wrist up
Y'all got me fucked up
Please don't get me fucked up
Now I'm really up, fuck
Damn, we got 'em sick, huh
Hundred thousand flights
Pockets looking like they bricks, huh
Said she couldn't find me, so a nigga put his wrist up
Wrist up
Wrist up
Wrist up
Wrist up
Y'all got me fucked up