The World I Knew - Hypenation
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Lyrics:
"We are no joke
We come at your throat
we do what we want
The world in the palm of our hand
It spins on command
Bring me the bands
Money burning like weed smoke
So much money from these shows
Ill make it back in a week hoe
Stacking these chips like pringles
Let the beat go
What's happenin
Twik back again
With another dope track
Drug traffickin
Steppin out the lab we was trapping in
To put the queen city back on the map again
Trap metal mane,
We paved the lane.
Ten toes down, bitch,
we run the game
All these other lames all sound the same
T Dub I K
Thats the fuckin gang
These other cats they dont excite me
Not even some or slightly
So please dont take us lightly
We hunt these artists nightly
And take they scalps as trophies
This city cannot hold me
Mad that they cant contol me
Mad that they do not own me
We
Are the new breed
They call us kings
We're on the rise
To take the prize
They are all the same
its such a shame
they're such a joke
we'll watch you choke
We
Are the new breed
They call us kings
We're on the rise
To take the prize
They are all the same
its such a shame
they're such a joke
we'll watch you choke
Got your queen with me
In the VIP
Down on her knees
Givin out degrees
Make a hoe gag
Before I let her breathe
Pollinate her face
When I spread my seed
She leave with me
Now you're gettin choked up
We burning bread
Like the toaster fucked up
When the sun goes down
The smokers toke up
Holla at your boys
If you're tryin to roll up
This the final invitation
To join in the hype nation
The train has left the station
We're done with hesitation
This game is getting colder
But you won't find none bolder
Start marchin with our soldiers
Or get your ass run over
we are no joke
we come at your throat
we do what we want
the world in the palm of our hands
It spins on command
Bring me the bands
Money burning like weed smoke
So much money from these show-
wait, hold up hold up hold up
the name twik we do what we want bitch
Get it through your brain
That we're coming for the game
Doesn't matter what you think
Nigga we're takin everything
When you see me in your city
Best believe them goons are with me
And they keep a couple semis
They ain't worried bout your feelings
Fuck your clique
Fuck your bitch
Fuck everyone you came with
Fuck your scene
Fuck your team
Cuz them niggas won't do shit
Fuck the haters
Fuck the fakers
Fuck the fact you live a lie
Fuck the cops
Fuck the ops
Fuck your whole entire life.
What's happenin
Twik back again
With another dope track
Drug traffickin
Steppin out the lab we was trapping in
To put the queen city back on the map again
Trap metal mane,
We paved the lane.
Ten toes down, bitch,
we run the game
All these other lames all sound the same
T Dub I K
Thats the fuckin gang"
Video Credits:
Vince Lundi
www.vincelundi.com
Song Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by:
Brandon Knerem, and Aaron Skinner
TWIK 2019
11 июл 2019
