Ann Marie – Twin

Twin Lyrics
Ann Marie – Twin Lyrics
Intro
(Hitmaka)
(Catour, fuck it up)

Chorus: Ann Marie
Twin
Know you gon’ be my bitch ‘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 bitch got you
They be clickin’ up but that be fu’
I ain’t have nobody, it was always you
They know not to play ‘cause I’m crazy ‘bout you

Verse 1: Ann Marie
Twin
Gotta be careful who you call your friend
These hoes ain’t loyal, they just pretend
That’s why I keep my circle, can’t trust no bitch
Except my bitch

Chorus: Ann Marie & Tink
Twin
Know you gon’ be my bitch ‘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 bitch got you
They be clickin’ up but that be fu’
I ain’t have nobody, it was always you
They know not to play ‘cause I’m crazy ‘bout you(Oh, oh-oh)

Verse 2: Tink
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 bitches 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 bitches up in this ride (Ride, woah, yeah)
Girl, to the end, it’s just me and my twin on the passenger side

Chorus: Ann Marie
Twin
Know you gon’ be my bitch ‘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 bitch got you
They be clickin’ up but that be fu’
I ain’t have nobody, it was always you
They know not to play ‘cause I’m crazy ‘bout you

Outro: Ann Marie
Gotta be careful who you call your friends
These hoes ain’t loyal, they just pretend

Ann Marie

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