Twin Lyrics by Ann Marie, Tink is latest English song with music also given by Tasha Catour & Hitmaka. Twin song lyrics are written by Tink & Ann Marie.
Twin Song Detail
| Song Name: | Twin |
| Singer: | Ann Marie, Tink |
| Composer: | Tasha Catour, Hitmaka |
| Lyrics by: | Tink, Ann Marie |
Twin Lyrics
(Hitmaka)
(Catour, f**k it up)
Twin
Know you gon’ be my bi**h ’til the end
Know you gon’ ride for me, ’cause I’m gon’ ride for you
And if she got beef with you, better bring enough smoke for two
That’s how I come for you
Twin
If he trickin’ on me then he trickin’ on you
Told him, “Meet me at Phipps” and he had to buy two
That’s just how it goes when your bi**h got you
They be clickin’ up but that be f**k’
I ain’t have nobody, it was always you
They know not to play ’cause I’m crazy ’bout you
Twin
Gotta be caref**kl who you call your friend
These hoes ain’t loyal, they just pretend
That’s why I keep my circle, can’t trust no bi**h
Except my bi**h
Twin
Know you gon’ be my bi**h ’til the end
Know you gon’ ride for me, ’cause I’m gon’ ride for you
And if she got beef with you, better bring enough smoke for two
That’s how I come for you
Twin
If he trickin’ on me then he trickin’ on you
Told him, “Meet me at Phipps” and he had to buy two
That’s just how it goes when your bi**h got you
They be clickin’ up but that be f**k’
I ain’t have nobody, it was always you
They know not to play ’cause I’m crazy ’bout you (Oh, oh-oh)
Girl, drop a pin and tell me where to meet you
I’ll spin the block on a opp if they ever mistreat you
Nobody knows you better than I do (Oh, yeah)
If bi**hes want smoke then I’m ready to slide through (Slide through)
‘Cause girl you my twin and it’s if you call (Call)
Might hit a lick and then split with you, yeah, that’s just how we ball (How we ball)
Don’t need no new bi**hes up in this ride (Ride, woah, yeah)
Girl, to the end, it’s just me and my twin on the passenger side
Twin
Know you gon’ be my bi**h ’til the end
Know you gon’ ride for me, ’cause I’m gon’ ride for you
And if she got beef with you, better bring enough smoke for two
That’s how I come for you
Twin
If he trickin’ on me then he trickin’ on you
Told him, “Meet me at Phipps” and he had to buy two
That’s just how it goes when your bi**h got you
They be clickin’ up but that be f**k’
I ain’t have nobody, it was always you
They know not to play ’cause I’m crazy ’bout you
Gotta be caref**kl who you call your friends
These hoes ain’t loyal, they just pretend