Specifics - Don't Get It Twist lyrics
[Specifics - Don't Get It Twist lyrics]
In and out of sticky situations
Like a jimmy son i picked up some chemistry
And extra curriculars
Molargrit chippin stress picking up
Mixtures on a frozen plate, viscous
The smell of good cooking
Hell, good looking to the fixtures
And keep their
Heads ringing, still thinking to ourselves
Looking wigger
Overtop of loud top forty, i can do better
Too hot
But the Jersey is not going anywhere soon
Guns, mercy some of us are in our early
Twenties or a bit further down
Now, murder me
Towny she curvy and her skin tawny
Doggy it's a shame
This scene is so gigi let's bomb
The rap scene is the wackest scene
Jammy rolled the joint wrong
Ha, im just joking
Cause my man be on point yall
As soon as i'm vertical take
Some of the purple
My genuine article shirt is at
The laundry mat doing circles
Waving out the windows to the public
And kiss a a baby
And show love to the neighborhood naively
Rappers wake up, walk by me, and make coffee
Blaze
Let's see what can happen on a wednesday
Hit the two-four-h at like four, late
George put me on to lime green tea there
Heavyweight meals
Pair of cote d'or pistachio filled
Two for one twenty nine
Ill, on debit, never with the cash i keep
Still that's for the trees and
The delivery fee cat pass by me
Ziploc fuckin bags for weed, skills days
No name fudgicle milkshakes, smoke breaks
And ziploc fuckin bags for weed
The gangs made of couplings who
Speak van slang and bake muffins
Crib talk, no saving spots on the sofa
When you go to piss
Blot at wine blemished upholstery
The ladies look awesome
Money burn a spilff and cook groceries
Check out all this shit we domestic
Instrumentals on repeat, harsh sweet tells
Ziploc fuckin bags for weed
Guns money and drugs is no fun
Basically just human gangsters
With the phone out i quit for ten minutes in
Mazanilla when me and
Dad were doing mad shots of tequila with sun
Honeys and bugs sweat a coma out easy
I can rap hard or i beat you at cards
Like a jimmy son i picked up some chemistry
And extra curriculars
Molargrit chippin stress picking up
Mixtures on a frozen plate, viscous
The smell of good cooking
Hell, good looking to the fixtures
And keep their
Heads ringing, still thinking to ourselves
Looking wigger
Overtop of loud top forty, i can do better
Too hot
But the Jersey is not going anywhere soon
Guns, mercy some of us are in our early
Twenties or a bit further down
Now, murder me
Towny she curvy and her skin tawny
Doggy it's a shame
This scene is so gigi let's bomb
The rap scene is the wackest scene
Jammy rolled the joint wrong
Ha, im just joking
Cause my man be on point yall
As soon as i'm vertical take
Some of the purple
My genuine article shirt is at
The laundry mat doing circles
Waving out the windows to the public
And kiss a a baby
And show love to the neighborhood naively
Rappers wake up, walk by me, and make coffee
Blaze
Let's see what can happen on a wednesday
Hit the two-four-h at like four, late
George put me on to lime green tea there
Heavyweight meals
Pair of cote d'or pistachio filled
Two for one twenty nine
Ill, on debit, never with the cash i keep
Still that's for the trees and
The delivery fee cat pass by me
Ziploc fuckin bags for weed, skills days
No name fudgicle milkshakes, smoke breaks
And ziploc fuckin bags for weed
The gangs made of couplings who
Speak van slang and bake muffins
Crib talk, no saving spots on the sofa
When you go to piss
Blot at wine blemished upholstery
The ladies look awesome
Money burn a spilff and cook groceries
Check out all this shit we domestic
Instrumentals on repeat, harsh sweet tells
Ziploc fuckin bags for weed
Guns money and drugs is no fun
Basically just human gangsters
With the phone out i quit for ten minutes in
Mazanilla when me and
Dad were doing mad shots of tequila with sun
Honeys and bugs sweat a coma out easy
I can rap hard or i beat you at cards