Testo Warm Embrace - Twista feat. The Speedknot Mobstaz
Testo della canzone Warm Embrace (Twista feat. The Speedknot Mobstaz), tratta dall'album Mobstability
It's like I got the fo'-fo' cocked
On the block in a two-door drop
And my spot is tipping but hot
Them pussy ass cops must be murdering a lot
My nigga got popped with a bullet that was meant for me
Got air-dropped by T's and B's in the Regency
Fuck what the reason be, I'mma start squeezing these
Them niggas ain't G's, they wanna be thugs
And it ain't shit, just slang these motherfucking slugs
Them fools ain't plugged
Plus ain't no hoes over here
I done dropped more dead bodies than tears
Brought to life, Mama's worst fears
Visions of her son dying
From them hot ones flying, baby mamas crying at the funeral
'Cause the Magnum lit 'em like a Black & Mild
When I rolled out on his ass on a solo
I caught him up at the mo-mo cooking up coco
I got the tip on the low-low, busting in like po-po
Taking lives with the oh no, it's a fo'-fo' mini missile
With a silencer for the whistle, my favorite pistol
'Cause when I let that bitch ride
I know the homicide is big, heavy, real and official
Niggas steady bumping guns but don't want none
'Cause of these hot ones that explode on contact
A maniac that's prepared to die in combat
Besides all that, my fo'-fo' keeps me laced, kept me paid and safe
I can see the fear in your face
As I reach my waist for this warm embrace
I got plenty love for the fo'-fo'
But when I pick it up I don't wanna let it go
Because a nigga straight loving your warm embrace
I got plenty love for the fo'-five
And when I pick it up I don't wanna let it ride
But still I bust 'cause I survive from your warm embrace
I got plenty love for the nine mil'
And when I pick it up I don't really wanna kill
But still I bust because I'm needing your warm embrace
All you motherfuckers better duck and hide
'Cause I'mma let it ride and slide the clip aside
And start to bust because I'm loving your warm embrace
I love the element of surprise when I'm taking these hoes lives
With my customized fo'-five and enough ammunition
To knock off you, your crew and some more guys
You motherfuckers better get wise, make sure your first shot is sweet
Try to kill the elite, 'cause you ain't getting no more tries
Hate to make a Nubian mother weep
But Fuck it long as I don't hear the ho cry
Split a bean between his eyes
And make that bitch nigga soul rise
No matter what the size, the warm embrace from my forty-five
Make sure the nigga crossing me dies
You don't wanna throw them thangs, when they cocked and aimed
It's time to think in a split second time
But Mayz ain't new to the game
I used to spark when we shot
To light up this town with crime
But niggas get bucked for dimes
And it's like you a magnet for sin
Punk pretend to be your friend
Till he get close enough to your wins to do you in
That shit put me on ten
And make me wanna put the barrel
Of this solid fin up under that nigga's chin
Plus he talking big shit about war like
He don't know my Speedknot mob don't win
But I dare one of you niggas to say my name
'Cause I'll put a fucking bullet in your closest kin
Just to get under your skin like a dirty syringe
Plus I know you can't win with a gun or a pen
So when you see Mayz come in the place you better say your grace
'Fore I fuck up your face like a can of mace
Before I get disgraced I'mma catch a case
Making you hoes feel the wrath of my warm embrace
I got plenty love for the fo'-fo'
But when I pick it up I don't wanna let it go
Because a nigga straight loving your warm embrace
I got plenty love for the fo'-five
And when I pick it up I don't wanna let it ride
But still I bust 'cause I survive from your warm embrace
I got plenty love for the nine mil'
And when I pick it up I don't really wanna kill
But still I bust because I'm needing your warm embrace
All you motherfuckers better duck and hide
'Cause I'mma let it ride and slide the clip aside
And start to bust because I'm loving your warm embrace
But you a faction in the streets on seventeen for sho'
Hold you ever so tightly, I love you nina, never wanna let you go
Ms. Millimeter's making a mockery of motherfuckers
Gots to be ruckus when I get my clutches upon this ho
Itching to let the barrel blow, like a sparrow hollows flow
Like a arrow follow Mo', split him up and swallow slow
I reload the clip in your ass crack, you constantly blast back
Payback for flashbacks, them bitches know bust 'til I see the chrome
From the intro you was fucked from the phasing
Deeper the cuts and abrasions erupts in amazing
Nigga, my nina buck, fuck the gazing
Enemies get tore up from the blazing
Fool you'll be burning 'em with your black ass
Murderous hips, hurting the crips, ride on personal licks
Opposition die for serving them six
Every one of 'em with a hit, but some
Was missing from the jerks and the kicks
'Cause I be working my bitch, try to pimp
Her but she a wild and untamed thang
Kicking static off when she gangbang, blast to the fullest moon
Niggas better pull it soon or suffer from hella five bullet wounds
And even though I stay plugged with some thugs, why call a stud?
When it comes to her love it's none above
She drawing blood, static under the rug
'Cause every time I take a hit at the bud and give you a hug
You gon' pop off a slug, drinking Rémy
On the block, gotta bust the Glock
When the Henny hit the chest, bust the Smith & Wess'
Fuck a discussion, I'm busting 'em all, clutching my balls
If I see I'll be laid to rest, let me hit the cess
Deuce revolver, used to be a problem solver
But the nina made me a baller
No strap can take the place of the black nine
Leaving flatlines, feel the fury you
Was born to taste from my warm embrace
I got plenty love for the fo'-fo'
But when I pick it up I don't wanna let it go
Because a nigga straight loving your warm embrace
I got plenty love for the fo'-five
And when I pick it up I don't wanna let it ride
But still I bust 'cause I survive from your warm embrace
I got plenty love for the nine mil'
And when I pick it up I don't really wanna kill
But still I bust because I'm needing your warm embrace
All you motherfuckers better duck and hide
'Cause I'mma let it ride and slide the clip aside
And start to bust because I'm loving your warm embrace
I got plenty love for the fo'-fo'
Fo'-fo', fo'-fo'
Warm embrace
I got plenty love for the fo'-five
Fo'-five, fo'-five, fo'-five
Warm embrace
I got plenty love for the nine mil' (nine mil', nine mil')
Yeah, Gus
I don't know what's up in my house looking for a motherfucker
Talking about where they're fucking up my furniture
But they ain't get my bones
Ain't nothing wrong, yeah
Smokin' Swisher, smokin' Philly
I said ain't nothin' wrong with the bong
Ain't nothin' wrong
Smokin' Backwoods, smokin' White Isles
I said ain't nothin' wrong with the bong
Ain't nothin' wrong
Smokin' at the mall, smokin' thirty
I said ain't nothin' wrong with the bong
Ain't nothin' wrong
Smokin' Paper, smokin' five point o
I said ain't nothin' wrong with the bong
Ain't nothin' wrong
What's wrong with the ball game?
Shit, give me that ball, you don't know what to do
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel C. Lindley, Carl Terrell Mitchell, Calvin Thomas, Jabari Bristow
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