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Lil Twist

"Message To G.O.O.D Music [Pusha T Diss]"

Yeah
[Ugh Danberry]
Mula
You know I'on give a f*ck (no, b*tch)
You know I dun give two f*cks

Hook:
You know I dun give a f*ck, In this Bentley truck
Better put them b*tches up, we quick to pick em up
Know my n*ggas leave a mess we ain't with the famous stuff
And we keep the semi tucked that's the quick-to-pick-her-up
Make me swingin' in the demon got to put the hammers up
Shooting in the whip and text the boss the b'ness done
If the n*gga still breathin' spin it back and finish him
Trappin' in the hood we trappin' out the renaissance
Wrap the birds and let em fly them b*tches bring back ten a month

Verse 1:
Strap a n*gga to the bag time is tickin' ticking bomb
Find his mom find his son I swear to God job is done
Trick a n*gga like John Lennon say that till the cops come (Ugh)
Pushin' me ain't no f*ckin' pushin' me
We take a n*gga to the cliff and push em off Pusha T
Who's he? sh*t I heard 'bout where you chill
sh*t I heard 'bout where you live
And now you heard is how I'll run all off in a n*gga crib
Nah for real you n*ggas weak G.O.O.D music need to chill
'For I show em what's real Ice Cube, Cypress Hill
Mike Tyson, Holyfield, Sin City, Kill Bill
Pourin' cups, poppin' pills and still...

Hook:
I dun give a f*ck, In this Bentley truck
Better put them b*tches up, we quick to pick em up
Know my n*ggas leave a mess we ain't with the famous stuff
And we keep the semi tucked that's the quick-to-pick-her-up
Make me swingin' in the demon got to put the hammers up
Shooting in the whip and text the boss the b'ness done
If the n*gga still breathin' spin it back and finish him
Trappin' in the hood we trappin' out the renaissance
Wrap the birds and let em fly them b*tches bring back ten a month

Verse 2:
b*tches bring back twelve a month, light a blunt then light him up
Bad b*tch invite her up she chilling with the higher ups
Twizzy F and the 'F' is for frequent flyer Uh huh
Young Hot boy to the f*cking third degree
It ain't no f*cking serving me I swear the block is courtesy
Get that clear clarities, stuffing packs and cherokees
Ice cream paint job oreo McFlurry seeds
Cashing out signing deals a couple mills a couple bills
A couple houses on the hills a couple pints a couple seals
A couple steels got this n*ggas running drills getting chills
Pouring cups and popping pills and still...

Hook:
I dun give a f*ck, In this Bentley truck
Better put them b*tches up, we quick to pick em up
Know my n*ggas leave a mess we ain't with the famous stuff
And we keep the semi tucked that's the quick-to-pick-her-up
Make me swingin' in the demon got to put the hammers up
Shooting in the whip and text the boss the b'ness done
If the n*gga still breathin' spin it back and finish him
Trappin' in the hood we trappin' out the renaissance
Wrap the birds and let em fly them b*tches bring back ten a month

[Ugh Danberry]

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