Misfits lyrics

by

Lil Twist


[Intro]
Scorp Diesel on the track

[Verse 1: Lil Twist]
Cash Money, see ya later
Hello, Roc-A-Fella (Yeah)
G4 [?], landed in Cabanella (Wooo)
Big yoppa (Yeah)
Extended clip, off your f*cking melon
Game time (Twist)
Crunch Time, treat it like Game 7 (Yeah)
Novacane (Wooo)
Cocaine, my n*gga called that sh*t "Ellen" (Ha)
I'm volleyballin', got codeine
I'll show you how to spike a beverage (Wooo)
I'm livin' fast (Twist)
My life a movie and b*tch, I'm about to roll the credits (Huh)
Out in Vegas (Mula)
Bettin' big and b*tch, I'm about to roll a seven (Youngin')
In the hood wit a 100 sack
And b*tch, I'm about to roll a seven (Yeah)
Red flag, in my right pocket
Now they got a n*gga pledgin' (Wooo)
White b*tches, both naked
Now they got a n*gga breathless (What else?)
Now they wear a n*gga necklace (What else?)
Now they make a n*gga breakfast (Yeah)
Break a brick down like I'm playin' Tetris (Yeah)
Tell-Tell me why your clique so depressin' (Huh)
If the b*tch ain't f*ckin', then she gotta exist (Go)
With a pound in her shirt, now she lookin' pregnant (Wooo)
Damn, talkin' nine months (Huh)
Exclusive with me, can't find one (No)
My b*tch finessin' like Tanya (Ha)
She wanna wine and dine, I put a wine up (Yes)
Emergency, I'm in the Porsche
You can have the one after the nine one (Skrrrrrt)
You can be the "Cool Cat" until the lion come
She see the "Scott Storch" and she wanna line up (Damn)
[Verse 2: Fooly Faime]
Gettin' money (Yeah)
Everyday
n*gga, that's 24/7
Cocaine, on the table, your b*tch call me "Kurtis Blow" (Damn)
Lambo (Skrrt), got 200
b*tch, I ain't drivin' slow (Never)
She on her period (Damn)
She ain't f*ckin'
b*tch, you gotta go (Get out)
New cash, new money
She say "you a new n*gga" (Huh)
f*ck these rappers (f*ck em)
Y'all my sons, I guess I'm a father figure (Hmmm)
Put a pound (Wooo)
In my jacket, now I'm a bodybuilder (Damn)
n*ggas sleep (Wooo)
Well, f*ck them n*ggas, I hope they got a fluffy pillow
My n*ggas takin' shots at you (Wooo)
My n*ggas takin' shots of liquor (Yeah)
I keep that white on me (What?)
The kids call that sh*t "Matilda" (Damn)
And my house like a Villa (It is)
And your b*tch know I'm trilla (Yeah)
Your b*tch wanna catch my balls (Wooo)
I call her "Outfielder"
[Verse 3: Lil Za]
Lil-Lil Za, The World's Hero
Chain on sub zero
Pri-private jets
No f*cks given
Get on that b*tch with kilos
She want weed
I got a lot
Talk about a hundred pre-rolleds
Three b*tches
All want me, guess I got me a trio
60K
n*gga, one month
I'm about to take a b*tch to Rio
I'm about to make a b*tch my freak ho (Yeah)
Turn a penthouse to a freakshow (Uh huh)
Almost had a fight on Pico (Woah)
Don't get Jackson'd like Tito (Yeah)
Don't get shot up like B-Roll (Yeah)
You n*ggas gettin' ate like Bistro (Huh)
Pull up on a b*tch like free throws (Wooo)
Gotta go with the sh*t, Za (Uh huh)
Got a scope on the AK (What?)
n*ggas know not to test Za (Ugh)

[Verse 4: Lil Twist]
(Woah)
Good money, good coke (Yeah)
Make your b*tch do the Nae Nae (Hah)
Smokin' weed like Tunechi (Yeah)
Kickin' sh*t like Pelé (Wooo)
Runnin' this b*tch, yell "Mayday" (b*tch)
Got n*ggas on your roof like Dae Dae (Huh)
Give a n*gga one wish like Ray J (Wooo)
Wrap him in a sheet, need my AK-K-K (Wah)
My gun hand clap and Ay Bay Bay Bay (Huh)
Leave a n*gga dead on Miami Bay, Bae (Huh)
Your son comin' home but the b*tch a day late (Ugh)
Yeah, she took the di*k like a f*ckin' shake weight (Ugh)
Yeah, she took the di*k like a f*ckin' shake weight (Ugh)
Yeah, yeah, she took the di*k like a f*ckin' shake weight (Ugh)
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