ODD PRINCE - Twisted

Uh uh
Uh uh
Uh uh
Yeah
Uh uh
Uh uh
Uh uh
Yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Twisted, baby girl I'm twisted
Twisted
Uh uh uh uh
Twisted
Uh uh uh
Shhhh
They say that I'm twisted
I don't feel realistic
I known I got problems, mama I can fuckin list it
They said I need help, sorry I can't fucking help it
Voices in my head telling me to quit quit
I'm so confused, you blew me like a fuse
I'm so confused, I don't know what to do
Gave you my heart, you told me you keep it safe, yeah
Gave you all my hoodies, you told me you'll never leave
Fuck it, now I'm going bad
In my money bag, yeah yeah
ODD PRINCE got the swag
I can fuckin brag
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dick make her gag
Y'all niggas fags
Designer on my motherfuckin ass, yeah I sag
Take a mother fuckin drag of the wood
Paint on my nails, but I'm still hood
Takin these drugs, i need to slow down
Girl you got me feeling so fuckin down, down, down
I don't wanna be nowhere near you
But baby girl you know I'm fuckin stuck on you like glue
Split uh nigga head
Split em like a Dutch
All y'all nigga sus
I don't like to trust
I don't ride da bus
And she make me bust
No there ain't no us
Split uh nigga head
Split them like a Dutch
All y'all nigga sus
I don't like to trust
I don't ride a bus
And she make me buss
No there ain't no us
Uh fuck
They say that I'm twisted
I don't feel realistic
I known I got problems, mama I can fuckin list it
They said I need help, sorry I can't fuckin help it
Voices in my head tellin me to quit quit
But I ain't finna quit quit
I slide on your block like a field trip
Got this opp bitch lickin my tip
Freaky bitch, yeah she bite on my lip
Hittin im hittin, I'm brakin her hip
Screaming, stupid bitch get a grip
Bust a nut, then you know I dip
Now that bitch chasin me with a limp
Drip when I walk
Drip when I talk
Shit on a motherfucker when I walk
Lil nigga I don't wanna talk
Sipping Ciroc on the block while your bitch gimme top
Don't wanna talk
Get to the Guap
So much money, and you know it's a lot
Can't fuck with niggas cause they try to plot
Niggas thought shit was sweet, and they got shot, damn
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Ouu damn
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Ouu damn
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Mmhh mmh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Now I got these niggas all tryna be a clone
Now she call my phone, and she won't leave me lone
Cause I gotta foreign car that I fuckin own
Stupid bitch get out my face, I'm just tryna bone, yeah
They say that I'm twisted
I don't feel realistic
I known I got problems, mama I can fuckin list it
They said I need help, sorry I can't fuckin help it
Voices in my head tellin me to quit quit quit
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
O.P., damn
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
O.P., damn
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
ODD PRINCE, damn
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
O.P.

Written by:
Carl Garibay

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