Twisted

Twisted, twisted

I don't even know what happened las night

I mean, we mixed the sirock, the rose, no way

Twisted, twisted

This orange juice, I'm so fucked up

I'm at home

But my car is at your house

I'm T. Foxx, call me that goldie locks

White hair, red lipstick, fat ass

Cast ready goes for the drop

Diamonds for the rocking

No sucking no lollipop

Killin' these hoes don't call the cops

Your tape on my Giuseppe box

Pussy wanna lay upon it

Asking me can he put the head on it

Dipshit cotton my head upon

And I might only head upon it

Bad bitch all in my... the miss swaggin my jeans

And it more than I be cali steady

That's why I'm bustin out my jeans

Loyal to truth it, I'm married to the game

I tie the knot, decided to run for my dream

Grab my shoes and tied the knot

I'm from the lou, everyone is a target, that's a daily shot

Dump the clot, dump the clot

Holy water's my daily shot

Like, yeah, the money keep on going

It's stackin up so high my nigga we could barely throw it

Bottle after bottle baby we can barely pour it

If we takin that rose and then we mix it with that mo it

Now we twisted, twisted, twisted

I can barely feel my face

Twisted, twisted, twisted

Comin in the 808

She g'd up, like them other gram on my Gucci belt

So icy, I guess that make me Gucci girl

I'm at the mall, 2 new jag, one white... my shoppin bags

King of heart and that pussy stays

King of diamonds wrecking on the stage

I'm fucked up, got my shades on

So these jokers can't read my poker face

Keep throwin racks on me, all I see is dollar signs

He ask my zodiac, I told the nigga dollar signs

This is helluva night, mixin dark with the light

Wait, I'm in a black phantom

Where is mines, cause mines all white

This nigga been followin me all night

Please get this thirsty ass nigga a sprite

He wanna see this kitty

Beat the pussy up like kimbo's life

Yeah, this Molly got me going

My whole moses jumpin, I just can't control it

My tittie hanging out man and I ain't even know it

I'm so turnt up I can't even control it!

Like, yeah, the money keep on going

It's stackin up so high my nigga we could barely throw it

Bottle after bottle baby we can barely pour it

If we takin that rose and then we mix it with that mo it

Now we twisted, twisted, twisted

I can barely feel my face

Twisted, twisted, twisted

I'm comin in the 808

Where the fuck my keys at, where the hell my shoes girl

Where the fuck my bag at, where the hell's my iPhone

Now we twisted, twisted, twisted

I can barely feel my face

Where the fuck is brook ad, where the hell did Kim go

It's going down, was pouring shots

So where the hell that Miley go

I'm twisted, twisted, twisted

I can barely feel my face

Like, yeah, the money keep on going

It's stackin up so high my nigga we could barely throw it

Bottle after bottle baby we can barely pour it

If we takin that rose and then we mix it with that mo it

Now we twisted, twisted, twisted

I can barely feel my face

Twisted, twisted, twisted

I'm comin in the 808