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  • Текст песни Twista - Get It How You Live

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    На этой странице находится текст песни Twista - Get It How You Live, а также перевод песни и видео или клип.
    Double S, never less baby
    Twista and Scott Storch in a dropped Porsche
    That new shit, check it out

    [Chorus: 2X]
    My neck on bling, cris on chill
    Standing on the corner steady, trying to make a mill
    When it come to hustling, got to get it how you live
    And I'm on the come up, so motherfuck how you feel

    [Verse One]
    My fingers on frost, ears on froze
    Hanging at the club while hoes slide down the pole
    Rolling with the Gs and the Foes and the Souls
    With two bitches on my arms, sporting thousand dollar clothes
    Looking kind of stunning, so the cameras on flick
    Ain't no motherfuckers out here that can do it like this
    On top of my game, and when a hater's all fall
    Imma be smiling, revealing my grill from Paul Wall
    Shake it for me bitch, let me see you get loose
    Let me see you sipping on some shit that's 80 proof
    Let me see if Imma let you get up in the 'lac
    Bend over so I can see how Imma hit it from the back
    I hustle wit the rhymes, but I'm better wit the keys
    And I'm clubbin' wit the pees, I get cheddar wit the fees
    I'm always on the hustle, so don't ask why I succeed
    I got flows, I got dro, I got whatever u need

    [Chorus: 2X]

    [Verse Two]
    Tires on shine, rims on gloss
    When it come to mobbing, Imma motherfucking boss
    I stay making paper, behind the mic and on the tipping
    I ain't stingy wit the dust, the whole crew ride slick
    Think you shitting on the nigga t, I doubt that
    My flow will make your booty move, like a house track
    Have 'em at the party screaming, "Get the doe", "Get the doe"
    And if I ever go broke, I guarantee to bounce back
    If beats was like a tipper, then my flow would play the cane
    Got shit to make you float off the floor, like David Blaine
    You rich because I spit it universal to the drums
    And I circle with some guns, blow out purple out my lungs
    I pimp and fuck a bitch, I don't need to buy her 'lacs
    I be on the move, staying paid pushing Cadillacs
    Investing in my raps, if I don't make a quarter back
    I throw eight balls to my homies, on the corners like quarterbacks

    [Chorus: 2X]

    [Chorus2: 2X]
    Let me break your back shawty, show me what u got shawty
    We some motherfuking killers, Chicago made niggaz making figures

    [Verse Three]
    Teeth on bling, rolly on flick
    Standing on the stage while I'm holding on my dick
    Bout to spit a new verse off out the mobstaz new shit
    Holla walla pop the colla on my new outfit
    If you want war, you think you got rounds to come get me
    I think you better go smoke a whole pound of that sticky
    keep on talking that you're not hate around your committee
    Imma dodge that nigga that put it down for the city

    [Chorus: 4X]

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