I'm gonna be your man I'm gonna be your man I'm gonna be your man I'm gonna be your man Please, you, what's your name? You my trests is little twins You know we don't need no friends That's on keyway 16 I do whatever for you We gon' get rich in that road We ain't never gon' back road If I play this smoke I call them neighbors for you That's my twin That's my twin That's my trests is little twin That's my trests is little twin Yeah, fuck with day, say Fuck with day, say Fuck with day, say I drop a bag on a off Like it's payday Got to stay dangerous, come on city Now the safe place Niggas, bacon, crisps, and blusher Like it's LA But I know you're around for your twin Where the American Will you stay here nothing? I'll be born in like it's game day You still order satsba, now they cater in a ship, eh? Twisting up our fingers, chucking in You know this game, gang Always on a ten for your brother, dawg I'm body bagging nigger for your mother, dawg If they disappear, that's part of repercussions, dawg You said you were dawg, game partner, dawg I don't need no friends, you my only friend Same brother, different mother, but you still my twin I don't need no friends, you my only friend Same brother, different mother, but you still my twin You my twin, you my twin You my chest is low twin, you my twin You my chest is low twin, you my twin You my chest is... Oh, ADN cheap baby you