paroles de chanson Evil Twins (feat. Oy Quan) - SugarHill Keem

Move look, grrah
Move, grrah-grrah-grrah
Suck my dick, nigga, everything dead, nigga (War's too nasty)
Never got shot in my head, nigga
Y'all know what's goin' on
Grrah grrah, look, look

And I never got shot in my head
'Cause y'all missed (Y'all missed)
Smokin' dead niggas out the zip
You a bitch (On bro)
And I walk wit' a limp (On bro)
Ayy yo, Aye, pass me the Rip (Ayy yo, look)
And I fuck wit' some crips (Zay O, Zay)
Straight out the mitch, grrah, grrah
And you better not trip
Yell out the Flockas, yeah, you gettin' hit (On bro)

Ayy yo, Dougie
We know you a bitch, look (Grrah-grrah)
You got shot in your shit, look
When I up better move
Totin' on Kelly, this shit got a kick, move, look
I know where you at, where you live (Look)
You better not trip (Grrah-grrah), grrah-grrah

Oh shit
Evеrything dead, suck my dick, every Flocka shot
Niggas know what's goin' on
Oh shit, oh shit

Thеy be like, "Quan, you always on hots" (On hots)
Like, Dae Dae got knocked out his socks
Y'all talk on the gang
But let's speak on the facts (On the facts)
Like, Lotti got stabbed in his back
That bitch a thot and I hit from the back (From the back)
And you know we don't fuck wit' no Jects (Fuck Jects)

Yo, Quan, I said, "Move tact"
Don't try to run, put the beam on his back
I'ma flock and this shit not a cap
Like, what the fuck?
Bitch is a thot, she keep shakin' her ass
MoveLook, I move tact
The knock in my hand, this shit not gon' jam
Oh, she a thot? I'm bringin' the move (Grrah-grrah)
So tell me, what you wanna do?
(Smokin' all deads)
War's too nasty

Ayy yo, TMac, I know you was sick (You was sick)
Ayy yo, Benzo, you restin' in piss (Benzo)
MoveLook, don't trip
That's my brother, I'm takin' that risk (That risk)

And I never got shot in my head
'Cause y'all missed (On bro)
Smokin' dead niggas out the zip
You a bitch (Move, look)
And I walk wit' a limp (On bro)
Ayy yo, Aye, pass me the rip, look (Ayy yo, look)
And I fuck wit' some crips (Zay O, Zay)
Straight out the mitch, grrah, grrah
And you better not trip
Yell out the Flockas, yeah, you gettin' hit

And I never got shot in my head
'Cause y'all missed (On bro)
Smokin' dead niggas out the zip
You a bitch (Move, look)
And I walk wit' a limp (On bro)
Ayy yo, Aye, pass me the rip, look (Ayy yo, look)
And I fuck wit' some crips (Zay O, Zay)
Straight out the mitch, grrah, grrah
And you better not trip
Yell out the Flockas, yeah, you gettin' hit