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Young Thug - Twisting Our Fingers Feat Lil Gotit Y Lil Keed Lyrics

Yeah (Young Sex)
Twisting our fingers (yeah, yeah)
Just blew a hundred bands, man
I'm geeked up and tweaking (lay it down)
Bentley two-seater (Bentley)
Somebody call up Lil Big
Young spider done ran out the reefer
Spider got too rich to see you (yeah, yeah)
Turbo the same, put my bitch in a Bugatti
I done triple with my cups, I been drinking on yuck
I told the bitch gotta leave the lil' nigga
You wanna be with us, leave his ass in New York
If my Balenci yellow, I call it the woop
Bitch this Louis V, Virgil, we playing pu putt
The lil' bitch and my dog but I bought her a pup
I done told her and I tore up, she stay in a (woo)
Hasta la vista, she Costa Rica
Why in the fuck do I gotta do a feature? (Why?)
I'm in a new Pana' coupe with, uh-huh (ayy)
I let her roll up this loud like a speaker
She told the lil' bitch to bag back
She got way to close, turn into Mad Max (Mad Max)
New coolant system with the drum- (got too hot)
Got too hot, had to sprinkle it with red jet (red)
I went and went on a rampage (yeah)
I put on ice, guess I'm ice age (brr)
I told my bitch have a bright day (bright day)
I told her kidnap the right lady
I let my main bitch invite ladies (yeah)
Peppermint patty, white coupe it's a rabbit
Rose gold on her phantom, my bitch is the baddest
I drip with Montana, the house that I'm building a palace

Yeah (Young Sex)
Twisting our fingers (yeah, yeah)
Just blew a hundred bands, man (hold on)
I'm geeked up and tweaking (lay it down)
Bentley two-seater (Bentley)
Somebody call up Lil Big
Young spider done ran out the reefer
Spider got too rich to see you (Keed talk to 'em)
Somebody call him, please hit the weed man ((please, call him up)

I need some reefer
I gotta ride with the Glock in my hand, I know that it's up, up, up
Fellas not lacking, I got some bands and they wrapped up in plastic
I fuck that ho on the couch, not the mattress
Don't fuck with Lee, almost caught me a felon
Spent me a nickel on a coupe like I'm Philly (woo)
Why is a thot playing? Tried sticking my dick right in
I'ma get chauffeured in a 'Benz (slatt)
I'ma rock Cartier lens (Cartier)
Hit from the back, she screaming
They send the drip right in, so you know I'm rocking Staple Pigeon
First, you gon' thank me 'cause when I throw it up
They gon' hold up all the ring
I can go all night, yeah, yeah, girl, get your friend
Keed talk to 'em (Keed talk to 'em)
Get what I'm saying (get what I'm saying, ooh)
Shoot up your mans, no
No, I don't care (no, I don't care)
'Bout your momma crying (no, I don't care)

Yeah (Young Sex)
Twisting our fingers (yeah, yeah, Slimeball)
Just blew a hundred bands, man (hold on)
I'm geeked up and tweaking (lay it down)
Bentley two-seater (Bentley)
Somebody call up Lil Big
Young spider done ran out the reefer
Spider got too rich to see you (Hood Baby)
I'm in that Spider (type shit)
I need some Percocet, call the Percocet man
I'm an all-nighter (what they going for?)
I'm flicking that blick like a lighter (type shit)
Niggas be peasants, rats and roaches
I cannot hang with that cycle (nah, now)
Chains on my Jack' like a biker (Chrome heart)
When they know that shit trend, they some biters (woo)

Yeah, F&N kid
Couple M's up, I done handled that bizz' (big business)
Brazil body, I done bossed up the bitch
Ran it up and kicked them boys out our mix
Couple hundred, I insured my wrist (Baby, biggest trim)
Forever tweaking (nah, now)
I'm fucking Capri Sun and I'm clutching that glizzy
This bitch lemon squeeze (nah, now)
Ain't no Netflix and chill
I'm just pope living, that's for many years (type shit)
Upping all the ammo, rrt, caught the kill (yeah)
Wockhardt, then time to pop a seal
Watch out for her head, yeah, she like a deer (nah, now)
Thotty Gotit, I can't keep up my pants
Having munyuns, I done got an advance (that's a fact)
Living like pope and just stick to the plan (look like a G)
Me and young Spider Top Chef in that pan (Free Wyda)

Yeah (Young Sex)
Twisting our fingers (yeah, yeah)
Just blew a hundred bands, man (hold on)
I'm geeked up and tweaking (lay it down)
Bentley two-seater (Bentley)
Somebody call up Lil Big
Young spider done ran out the reefer
Spider got too rich to see you (yeah, yeah)