TWENTY (BOTYFREESTYLE #6)

Album cover art for "TWENTY (BOTYFREESTYLE #6)" by Warren Hue

Warren Hue - Rap

TWENTY (BOTYFREESTYLE #6)

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[Intro] Yeah, ay [Verse] I said, gotta bring myself back on track, ay Tryna split cash, let the bands acrobat, ay Pass it to my fam, ay, still fuck around Duck fakes, let me cancel my plans Fuck a business call, I just wanna see how she dance Fuck a calendar, I'm counting till I won't And I can't rap or write tracks Time pass fast when you tryna get a life check Oops, need the Coupe, lay twenty still venting for that nice check Nike check, new deal, think I'll earn my stripes Rock Adidas vests, show em where the gap is I'm betting on myself again, ooh She, she rock skims like her last name Wеst She believе in herself more than me at best Okay, delusion in a stupid mess Cubric with the lamb's neck Shining when I scoop my bitch, damn, wassup Yeah, look, I can't count twenties in my twenties bitch, yeah I can't sit still, home kind Rick Bills Big oolong, I'm a tilt still, difference is that my shit real Y'all tryna hide behind the cam like you a big deal I don't wanna hear about your shit, you a bitch still I don't wanna see a new whip, that's some [?] Betting each art that I tap in Back when, writing old hooks about my closets And cabinets and cabins and catfishing averages Is thinking I'm a sink like tanning Zero Fahrenheit, need the fucking padding Steer more goals for the mansion Clear more roads, I still imagine Shit like a child in a massive world that I built, still here Money lifestyle, fabrics, I got it 30K attendance to the show, sip tonic, after with the family Clappin' on some ass cheek, I had shawty dancing Spillin' on my mattress, children, I got plenty All these hoes scare me, all hundreds, no fuckin' 20s, nah, look I can't count twenties in my twenties bitch, yeah Look, twenties in my twenties [Outro] Yeah, book me for the shows, I didn't do college Put me with the pros they all think I'm wildin' Stylists, I make 'em jobless, aye New piece from Chanel, shawty out here thriving All my rings, in my sets came golden All my shit came fresh, not stolen New goals I achieved, no old ones New hoes on my dick, 'cause I'm poppin' Yeah, I'm coming the way I'm wilding

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  • Warren Hue