LIL SHORDIE SCOTT, Destin Laurel - Twintro lyrics
[LIL SHORDIE SCOTT, Destin Laurel - Twintro lyrics]
She been fighting demons
She don't understand her pain
She don't understand that the truth
Right in her face
She don't understand that she
Made herself this way
She been on the Xans so she (Woah)
Don't look at my hand, bitch (Woah)
I don't even know what you need
What do you need?
(Yeah)
Xan bitch
She wanna know about me, I'm a fiend
Xan bitch
No fashion on me, no Celine
Xan bitch
Your bitch fine as hell, so petite (Woo)
Xan bitch
Baby, don't get self-crammy, why you panic?
(Ah)
You leavin' your Xannies, off the Xanny (Ah)
One day, you are not looking
Where is Travis?
(Ah)
I don't even him, did he lie to me? (Yeah)
Lame bitch start actin' confused when
That fire on me
Okay, okay, okay, you say murder
I see a fire bitch with a Birkin
I'm a good guy, how can I hurt you?
Straight bitch but I made that bitch perfect
You see what I'm sayin'?
Shawty be trippin'
I told her the plan
High as hell, probably when I go land
If I get rich then I'll buy me some land
It's late night, I see demons (Demons)
You too bad, bitch, why you fiending?
(Fiending)
She been fighting demons
She don't understand her pain
She don't understand that the truth
Right in her face
She don't understand that she
Made herself this way
She been on them Xans so she
Can't even feel her face
I like bad bitches but I
Ain't fiending for no bitch
(Uh)
And you like mad suspicious
Like I ain't see you in my mentions
They say get a bag but all these
Bags don't come without a reason
And shawty, she way too bad
Told her I don't wanna see the cleavage
You say you from the jungle
But we come from the deep end
And I won't never fumble all these bags
I'm dreaming
Ha, I will never fumble
Labels tryna double up
I got bags inside the trunk, a nigga run up
He testin' his luck
I ain't got time, so I don't give a fuck
Say nigga, "What's up? Push up, push up"
Why you act up? Tell me what's in yo' cup
How you gon' change? You was showing me love
I ain't gon' change 'less
You really switched up
You rock a chain, that shit was a dud
Tell 'em bring them hoes out
And this shit gon' flood
And the hoes gone eat it
Like this shit bussing
I was down bad, I was taking the bus
Now I got bands in the bag, it's a must
Lose your man, mess around with the trust
Play with my mans, get found in the mud
She don't understand her pain
She don't understand that the truth
Right in her face
She don't understand that she
Made herself this way
She been on the Xans so she (Woah)
Don't look at my hand, bitch (Woah)
I don't even know what you need
What do you need?
(Yeah)
Xan bitch
She wanna know about me, I'm a fiend
Xan bitch
No fashion on me, no Celine
Xan bitch
Your bitch fine as hell, so petite (Woo)
Xan bitch
Baby, don't get self-crammy, why you panic?
(Ah)
You leavin' your Xannies, off the Xanny (Ah)
One day, you are not looking
Where is Travis?
(Ah)
I don't even him, did he lie to me? (Yeah)
Lame bitch start actin' confused when
That fire on me
Okay, okay, okay, you say murder
I see a fire bitch with a Birkin
I'm a good guy, how can I hurt you?
Straight bitch but I made that bitch perfect
You see what I'm sayin'?
Shawty be trippin'
I told her the plan
High as hell, probably when I go land
If I get rich then I'll buy me some land
It's late night, I see demons (Demons)
You too bad, bitch, why you fiending?
(Fiending)
She been fighting demons
She don't understand her pain
She don't understand that the truth
Right in her face
She don't understand that she
Made herself this way
She been on them Xans so she
Can't even feel her face
I like bad bitches but I
Ain't fiending for no bitch
(Uh)
And you like mad suspicious
Like I ain't see you in my mentions
They say get a bag but all these
Bags don't come without a reason
And shawty, she way too bad
Told her I don't wanna see the cleavage
You say you from the jungle
But we come from the deep end
And I won't never fumble all these bags
I'm dreaming
Ha, I will never fumble
Labels tryna double up
I got bags inside the trunk, a nigga run up
He testin' his luck
I ain't got time, so I don't give a fuck
Say nigga, "What's up? Push up, push up"
Why you act up? Tell me what's in yo' cup
How you gon' change? You was showing me love
I ain't gon' change 'less
You really switched up
You rock a chain, that shit was a dud
Tell 'em bring them hoes out
And this shit gon' flood
And the hoes gone eat it
Like this shit bussing
I was down bad, I was taking the bus
Now I got bands in the bag, it's a must
Lose your man, mess around with the trust
Play with my mans, get found in the mud