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Twista - Emotions - текст песни, перевод, видео

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Featuring Johnny P

[Johnny P] Let me play with your emotions

Verse One: Twista

Well a motherfucker could never control me only squeeze me and hold me
That's what the hoe came up and told me
Now is she bold G? But in my mouth is where the gold be
Cause I be pimpin her like Goldie
Gotta get paid in this age my fingers ain't made
Just to be choppin up confetti with if it's already thick
You better study nigga if you ain't with it you can get it
Cause I ain't even on that petty shit
So who the fuck do I competi with?
The rhythm I kick, is like a rhythmly-wicked-arith-a-metic
Pick em up quick and then give em the dick, thinkin I'm innocent
They up in the mall shoppin for me pickin a fit
I got them heffer's nose red
And when we get in the bed, I be leavin em with rose legs
Stuffin that made em wanna pose dead
But you already got em until you get up in them hoes head
I don't mean to sound bogus or nothin
But it's the bomb when I be havin them cuties thinkin
I'm in love with em, when I'm rubbin em
Be gettin pub with em, in a club with em
Smokin dub with em, huggin em, freakin in the tub with em
After gettin paid from her she ain't trippin
Cause she know she got what she paid for
She honor my name, I gotta tame, here it go
Now we speakin with the game on ways to make mo'

Chorus: repeat 2X

[Johnny P in background: let me playyyyy, with your emotions]
(Let me play with your) emotions hoe
To the rhythm of a hi-hat, take a puff and lie back
Let me stimulate your mind, body and soul, I know you want to try that
Now motherfucker can you buy that...
Tell me baby can you buy that
I got you under my complete control, you know it's worth more than
Diamonds and gold, now don't be bogus and deny that

Verse Two: Twista

Now how the fuck you gon' act hoe, I saw you creepin out the back do'
What you runnin from a mack fo'? Lay you on your back slow
Cause you know I got you with my lasso
Blow your mind like a afroCome and take a glimpse of the stairs
It's the aroma of a pimp in the air, I betcha notice the smell
It's like a lotus when I flow dis, cause my eyes be the lowest
If you didn't notice then you bogus as hell
I'm puttin women under my spell, like I'm up in their brain
Pumpin their vein with game for the anatomy that's feminine
They're fillin em up with adrenaline, got em geekin
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