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twister Video (MV)




Performed By: Flomoneyofficial
Language: English
Length: 3:34
Written by: Florian Bruss, Christian Gonzalez




Flomoneyofficial - twister Lyrics
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Look at the picture, book in the scripture Now I look richer, she calling me mister
Playing the fixture, painting the picture Sipping the mixture, I heard a lil whisper
Made a hit like a twister, uh Look at the picture, book in the scripture
Now I look richer, she calling me mister Playing the fixture, painting the picture
Sipping the mixture, I heard a lil whisper Made a hit like a twister, uh
Got the cap, make it fit Talkin' that crap, make it quick
No stats, did a lick Automatic, they ain't drivin' a stick
In a year, what you make Is a week on my plate
They eatin' the crumbs, yeah, I eat the steak Took a slice, yeah, I got the cake
Two plus two equals fun Couple models, yeah, they got bummed
Lost in the bottle, yeah, you is a bum Me, I'm flexin', yeah, I'm the one
Took an early morning run One kg, like a ton
Dealin' weight, where's my gun? That's what I just told my son
Hustle hard, yeah, you'll get some Numbers game, yeah, I don't have one
Go in circles or you'll get spun Baking the bread and sell the bun
Get the ham and add the cheese On the street, they addin' the grease
Fake chicks, they hype the tease Later prayin' all up on they knees
Breaking the ceiling and now we are here Saw the stars and I'm changing the gear
Shot in the woods, yeah, don't be the deer Put your feet up and just drink a beer
Look at the picture Book in the scripture, now I look richer
She callin' me Mister, playing the fixture Painting the picture, sippin' the mixture
I heard a lil' whisper, made a hit like a twister
Look at the picture book in the scripture, now I look richer
She callin' me mister, playing the fixture Painting the picture, sippin' a mixture
I heard a lil' whisper, made a hit like a twister
I've been taking them chances, same way an addict takin' them pills
I ain't meek, but I need me a mill How you so fake, but diamonds real
Like a counterfeit dollar bill You ain't hot, boy, you gotta chill
Get money like a guy to deal No navy, my shirt got a seal
It say Christian Dior I'm walkin' out with a store that's more of a store
She was a Christian before, I put out my hammer like Thor
Then hammer some more, I'ma show you a boss don't speak
But when I do that shit hit deep Shit hit deep like this shit's creak
You get pissed off, I shit on your creak I be walkin' around like a meech
Graduated with dope degrees Go for your neck like groceries
Stackin' up how it's supposed to be Baggin' up like groceries
Far as I know, it's one of me All you rappers are clones to me
You'll never get close to me, yeah You'll never get close to me, lil' bitch
You know what the f*ck goin' on, let's go, yeah
Look at the picture, book in a scripture Now I look richer
She callin' me mister, playing the fixture Painting the picture, sippin' a mixture
I heard a lil' whisper, made it hit like a twister
Look at the picture, book in a scripture Now I look richer
She callin' me mister, playing the fixture Painting the picture, sippin' a mixture
I heard a lil' whisper, made it hit like a twister
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Look at the picture, book in the scripture Now I look richer, she calling me mister
Playing the fixture, painting the picture Sipping the mixture, I heard a lil whisper
Made a hit like a twister, uh Look at the picture, book in the scripture
Now I look richer, she calling me mister Playing the fixture, painting the picture
Sipping the mixture, I heard a lil whisper Made a hit like a twister, uh
Got the cap, make it fit Talkin' that crap, make it quick
No stats, did a lick Automatic, they ain't drivin' a stick
In a year, what you make Is a week on my plate
They eatin' the crumbs, yeah, I eat the steak Took a slice, yeah, I got the cake
Two plus two equals fun Couple models, yeah, they got bummed
Lost in the bottle, yeah, you is a bum Me, I'm flexin', yeah, I'm the one
Took an early morning run One kg, like a ton
Dealin' weight, where's my gun? That's what I just told my son
Hustle hard, yeah, you'll get some Numbers game, yeah, I don't have one
Go in circles or you'll get spun Baking the bread and sell the bun
Get the ham and add the cheese On the street, they addin' the grease
Fake chicks, they hype the tease Later prayin' all up on they knees
Breaking the ceiling and now we are here Saw the stars and I'm changing the gear
Shot in the woods, yeah, don't be the deer Put your feet up and just drink a beer
Look at the picture Book in the scripture, now I look richer
She callin' me Mister, playing the fixture Painting the picture, sippin' the mixture
I heard a lil' whisper, made a hit like a twister
Look at the picture book in the scripture, now I look richer
She callin' me mister, playing the fixture Painting the picture, sippin' a mixture
I heard a lil' whisper, made a hit like a twister
I've been taking them chances, same way an addict takin' them pills
I ain't meek, but I need me a mill How you so fake, but diamonds real
Like a counterfeit dollar bill You ain't hot, boy, you gotta chill
Get money like a guy to deal No navy, my shirt got a seal
It say Christian Dior I'm walkin' out with a store that's more of a store
She was a Christian before, I put out my hammer like Thor
Then hammer some more, I'ma show you a boss don't speak
But when I do that shit hit deep Shit hit deep like this shit's creak
You get pissed off, I shit on your creak I be walkin' around like a meech
Graduated with dope degrees Go for your neck like groceries
Stackin' up how it's supposed to be Baggin' up like groceries
Far as I know, it's one of me All you rappers are clones to me
You'll never get close to me, yeah You'll never get close to me, lil' bitch
You know what the f*ck goin' on, let's go, yeah
Look at the picture, book in a scripture Now I look richer
She callin' me mister, playing the fixture Painting the picture, sippin' a mixture
I heard a lil' whisper, made it hit like a twister
Look at the picture, book in a scripture Now I look richer
She callin' me mister, playing the fixture Painting the picture, sippin' a mixture
I heard a lil' whisper, made it hit like a twister
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Writer: Florian Bruss, Christian Gonzalez
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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