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Artiste : Lil GotIt
Titre : Twisting Our Fingers
(Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?)

Yeah (Young SEX)
Twisting our fingers (Yeah, yeah)

Just blew a hundred bands, man
I´m geeked up and tweaking (Lay it down)
Bentley two-seater (Bentley)
Somebody call up the big
Young Spider done ran out the reefer
Spider got too rich to see ya (Yeah, yeah)

Turbo the same, put my bitch in a Bug´
I done tripled my cups, I been drinkin´ on yuck
I told the bitch, "Gotta leave the lil´ nigga"
You wan´ be with us, leave his ass in New York
And my Balenci´ yellow, I call it throw up (B)
Bitch, this Louis V, Virgil, we playing pool putt
The lil´ bitch is my dog, I done bought her a pup
I done told her, I done told her, she stay in a Bug´ (Woo)
Hasta la vista, she Costa Rica

Why in the fuck do I gotta do a feature? (Why)
I´m in a new Pana´ coupe with uh-huh (Ayy)
I let her roll up this loud like a speaker (Ayy)
She told the lil´ bitch to back-back
She got way to close, she done turned into Mad Max (Mad Max)
New coolant system, with the drum is–
Got too hot, I had to sprinkle it with red jet (Red jet)
I went and went on a rampage (Yeah)
I put on ice, guess I´m Ice Age (Brr)
I told my bitch, have a bright day (Bright day)
I told her kidnap the right lady
I let my main bitch invite ladies (Yeah)
Peppermint patty, white coupe, it´s a rabbit
Rose gold on her phantom, my bitch is the baddest
I drip with Montana, the house that I´m building (Woo) a palace

Yeah (Young SEX)
Twisting our fingers (Yeah, yeah)
Just blew a hundred bands, man (Hol´ on)
I´m geeked up and tweaking (Lay it down)
Bentley two-seater (Bentley)
Somebody call up the big
Young Spider done ran out the reefer
Spider got too rich to see ya (Keed talk to ´em)

Somebody call him, please hit the weed man (Please call him up)
I need some reefer
I gotta ride with the Glock in my hand, I know that it´s up, up, up (Up, up, up)
Better stop lackin´, I got some bands and they wrapped up in plastic (Slatt)

I fuck that ho on the couch, not the mattress
Don´t fuck with Lee, almost caught me a felon
Spent me a nickel on a coupe like I´m Philly (Woo)
Why is a thot playing? Tried stick my dick right in (My dick right in)
I´ma get chauffeured in a ´Benz (Slatt)
I´ma rock Cartier lens (Cartier)
Hit from the back, she screamin´ (Uh, uh, uh)
They send the drip right in, so you know I´m rocking Staple Pigeon
First you gon´ thank me, ´cause when I throw it up, they gon´ hold a pedarim
I can go all night, yeah, yeah, girl, get your friend (Uh, uh, uh)
Keed talk to ´em (Keed talk to ´em)
That what I´m saying (That what I´m saying)
Shoot up your mans

No, no I don´t care ´bout your mama cryin´

Yeah (No, I don´t care, Young SEX)
Twisting our fingers (Yeah, yeah, Slimeball)
Just blew a hundred bands, man (Hol´ on)
I´m geeked up and tweaking (Lay it down)
Bentley two-seater (Bentley)
Somebody call up the big
Young Spider done ran out the reefer
Spider got too rich to see ya (Hood Baby)

I´m in that Spyder (Type shit)
I need some Percocet, call the Percocet man
I´m an all nighter (What they going for?)
I´m flicking that blick like a lighter (Type shit)

Niggas be peasants, rats and roaches, I cannot hang with that cycle (Nah, now)
Chains on my jack´ like a biker (Chrome Heart)
When they know that shit trend, they some biters (Woo)
Yeah, F&N kid
Couple Ms up, I done handled that biz
Brazil body, I done bossed up the bitch
Ran it up and kicked them boys out our mix
Couple hundred, I insured my wrist (Baby, biggest trim)
Forever tweaking (Nah, now)
I´m fucking Capri Sun and I´m clutchin´ that glizzy, this bitch lemon squeeze (Nah, now, for sure)
Ain´t no Netflix and chill, I´m just pope living, that´s for many years (Type shit)
Upping all the ammo, brrt, caught the kill (Yeah)
Wockhardt, then time to pop a seal

Watch out for her head, yeah, she like a deer (Nah, now)
Thotty Gotit, I can´t keep on my pants
Having mun-yuns, I done got an advance (That´s a fact)
Living like pope and just stick to the plan
Me and Young Spider, Top Chef in that pan (Free Wyda)

Yeah (Young SEX)
Twisting our fingers (Yeah, yeah)
Just blew a hundred bands, man (Hol´ on)
I´m geeked up and tweaking (Lay it down)
Bentley two-seater (Bentley)
Somebody call up the big
Young Spider done ran out the reefer
Spider got too rich to see ya (Yeah, yeah)