Sasha Twerkin--CLOVERFIELD STYLE

Put my bitches on, gettin' money, stay out the trap

Fuck 'em all, smoke a bong, maybe go get a tat

No illusion, quarter milli for this whippin' cruise

And caught a ditto up a plane with Hov and I kept it movin'

Maltese and the real, protect me from these shooters

Not to suit the soul and let you be my mother

But I'm ruthless, long bond, QS, I'm God, shit, I speak the truth

Baby suit, VIP, double empty, are you?

Tats done, stab wounds, they think we havin' fun

Doin' shows, fuck hoes, got places on the run

I do this for us, stuck on the grind, tryna elevate

From a standard to man, never above you

Some ***********

Then my phone, that DC, covered in my tongue

I do this for us, stuck on the grind, tryna elevate

I'ma stand as a man, never above ya

I do this for us, stuck on the grind, tryna elevate

I'ma stand as a man, never above ya

I only take time out for all my bad bitches, ass bitches, my last bitch was far from average, fast whips, G-Wagon, Air Corson carriage, marriage, it's not for me, I'm rich and careless, ass steps from last year under my mattress, 40 blocks off, white MRT Mavis

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