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Some information about Warm Embrace Lyrics Title: Twista - Warm Embrace lyrics Artist: Twista Album: Mobstability Visitors: 8 visitors have visited Warm Embrace Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. [Liffy Stokes It s like I got the 4-4 cocked On the block in it two door dropped And my spot is keepin but hot The pussy-ass cop throw some murder in the lot My nigga got popped with a bullet that was meant for me The adapt by T s and B s and the regencies Fuck what the reason be, I ma start squeezin these Them niggas ain t G s, they wanna be thugs And it ain t shit, to slang these motherfuckin slugs The fools ainn t plugged plus ain t no hoes over here I done dropped more dead bodies than tears Brought to life momma s worst fears Pictures of a son dyin from that hot ones flyin Baby mama s cryin at the funeral Cause the magnum lit him like a Black & Mild When I rolled out on his ass on the solo I caught him up on mo-mo cookin up co-co I got to tip on the low-low Busted in like po-po takin lives with the, oh no It s a 4-4, mini-missle with a silencer for the whistle My favorite pistol, cause when I let that bitch ride I know the homicide is being carried out in official Niggas steady bumpin gums, but don t want none Because of these hot ones that explode on contact A manic that s prepared to die in combat Besides all that a 4-4 keeps me laced, don t be petty to say I can see the fear in your face as I reach my waist for this warm embrace [Chorus I got plenty love for the 4-4 But when I pick it up, I don t wanna let it go Because a nigga straight lovin your warm embrace I got plenty love for the 4-5 But 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-mill And when I pick it up, I don t really wanna kill But still I bust because I m needin your warm embrace All you muthafuckas better duck and hide Before I let it ride, the sucka stepped aside Still I bust because I m lovin your warm embrace [Mayz I love the element of surprise when I m taking these hoes lives With my customized 4-5 Get enough ammunition to knock off you, your crew and some more guys You muthafuckas better get wise Make sure your first shot is sweet, tryin to kill the elite Cause you ain t gettin no more tries Hate to make a nubian mother weep, but fuck it Long as I don t hear the hoe cry Split a beam between his eyes and make that bitch nigga so wise No matter what the size of the warm embrace of my forty-five Make sure the nigga crossed dies You don t wanna throw them thangs Cause when I cocked and aim it s time to think in a split second time But Mayz ain t new to the game I use the spark when the shots light up this tunnel of crime But niggas get bucked for dime and it s like you re a magnet for sin Punk pretend to be your friend til they get close enough to your ends To do you in, that shit puts me on ten And make me wanna put the barrel of this solid fiend Upon under that nigga s chin, plus he talkin big shit about war Like he don t know my Speedknot Mob gon win But I dare one of you niggas to say my name Cause I put a fuckin bullet into 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 Before I fuck up your face like a can of mace Before I get disgraced, I ma catch a case Maybe you hoes fear the wrath of my warm embrace [Chorus [Twista With you my passion, nina squeeze off seventeen, for sure Hold you ever so tightly, I love you nina and never wanna let you go Miss Millimeter s makin a mockery of motherfuckers gotsta be ruckus When I get my clutches upon this hoe Itchin to let the barrel blow Like a sparrow, how it flow, like an arrow, geronimo Spit em up and swallow slow I reload, clippin your ass crack, you constantly blast back Payback from flashback, some bitches know Bust til I see the chrome from the intro You was fucked from the phasin , deep with the cuts and abrasion Erupts and amazin , nigga, my nina bucked Fuck the gazin and enemies get tore up from the blazin Fool you be burnin them with your black ass Murderous hips, hurtin the grips, ride on personal list Deposition die for servin them six Everyone of em with a hit but some are missin of a jerk to the kick Cause I be working my bitch Tryin to pimp her but she a wild and a tame thang Kick a static on when she gangbang, blast in the fullest moon Niggas better pull it soon or else suffer hellafied bullet wounds And even though I stay clubbed with some thugs, why call em stug When it comes to her love, it s none above she drawin blood Static under the bra cause everytime I take a hit at the bud And give you a hug you gon pop up a slug Drinkin remy on the block, gotta bust the glock When the henny hit the chest, bustin smith-n-wess Fuck the discussion, I m bustin em all, clutchin my balls If I see y all be laid to rest, let me hit the sess Loose revolver used to be a problem solver But the nina made me a baller No strap could take the place of the black nine Leave em flat lines, feelin fury, you was born to taste From my warm embrace [Chorus I got plenty love for the 4-4, 4-4, 4-4 Warm embrace I got plenty love for the 4-5 4-5, 4-5 4-5, 4-5 Warm embrace I got plenty love for the nine-mill Nine-mill, nine-mill Hottest songs from Twista : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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