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Okay, and this right here
is called Twisted.
Don't forget, follow Jay East on Twitter.
Jay underscore East.
It's Don't Sleep,
the mixtape for the streets.
DJ Radio, Mr. Sold Out. Let's go!
Shopping spree,
soon as the check clear,
I'm next gear, shock I'm sitting down,
no deaf chair
By next year, rolling my tires,
got mad miles on em
Quiet in the party,
my niggas is blowing loud on em
Used to be only my team,
but now the crowd want em
Couple bitches trying to get me trapped,
put a child on em
Beef shit is played out,
they picking up the dial on em
Right before we made out,
I decided to style on em
You ain't all that, not fall back
Claiming you a smoker,
but you choking off a contact
I ain't looking forward,
my team ready for combat
Big guns under the seat,
the stash compact
Contract, I'm so different,
the flow switchin'
O's rappin', pitchin' them hoes,
actin' different
Front of the roads,
compare my pose to those pimpin'
Back at the show, back on the road,
we drove to it
Step in the party, we drunk,
drinkin' Bacardi
Smokin' like Bob Marley,
friends with him
It makes one false move,
my niggas is on
We do hip -hop on this side
You know we got the biscuit,
always doin' bop shit
We poppin' on them bitches,
don't forget my chain
Money ain't a thing when you in
it spinnin' like we gettin' down hard,
you niggas, they do the same
Ciroc got me twisted,
I'm movin' a little different
Tequila by the leader,
excessive amounts of reefer
I'm Burberry fitted, that plaid shit
Stuntin' to the max,
cause a nigga ain't had shit
But I got the voice,
plus the lyrics for classics
Nice sense,
I used to backflip on the mattress
Now when I'm baggin' them,
they status as actrix
Help me count all my taxes,
plus an ax in Alaskan
You niggas sayin' in records,
we actually trappin'
Eat a wrap of food for lunch,
pass me a napkin
Most niggas can rap,
but I'm glad I got passion
Mastercard, gold yard bag,
tragic with fashion
Hope y 'all mad, take a nigga flag
and wipe sweat
No mic check, flow water,
leavin' the mic wet
Let's dice bet, niggas just do it,
no night check
My flight next, 15 in Vegas,
a light bet, we ice next
The step in the party,
we drunk drinkin' Bacardi
Smokin' like Bob Marley, got me twisted
If you make one false move,
my niggas is on you
Don't move, you know we got the biscuit
All we do is pop champagne,
and pour it on the bitches
Lord, please forgive my gang
Money ain't a thang when you in it
And we spend it like we get it
I advise you niggas to do the same
Just stepped in the party
We drunk, drinkin' Bacardi
Smokin' like Bob Marley
Got me twisted
If you make one false move
My niggas is on you
Don't move, you know we got the biscuit
All we do is pop champagne
And pour it on the bitches
Lord, please forgive my gang
Money ain't a thang when you in it
And we spend it like we get it
I advise you niggas to do the same
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I'll see you in the next video.
Bye.
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