Twin Lyrics Roddy Ricch

Twin Lyrics: The song is sung by and has music by Roddy Ricch While Roddy Ricch has written the Twin lyrics.

Twin Song Roddy Ricch Details

Vocal/Singer
Music Comsposer Roddy Ricch
Lyricist Roddy Ricch

Twin Lyrics Roddy Ricch

Turn the beat down, the bass crazy
Twin (twin), that’s my twin (that’s my twin)
Twin (twin), that’s my twin (that’s my twin)
GLE (GLE), matchin’ Benz (matchin’ Benz)
Ayy, twin (that’s my twin), that’s my twin (that’s my twin)
GLE (GLE), matchin’ Benz (matchin’ Benz)
And my tint (and my tint), five percent (five percent)
Fuck around (fuck around), pay your rent (pay your rent)
Tamea, Tamera, we draped down in karats
I flew out to London to blow a bag at Harrods
I shut down the currency exchange (I shut down the currency exchange)
Across the street from my hotel (across the street from my hotel)
Bought every fragrance you could see (every fragrance you could see)
So when I walk by you can smell (so when I walk by, you can smell)
Call up Durkio, I need a evil twin in this bitch
Twenties, fifties, hundreds, I barely see some tens in this bitch, ayy
All it take (all it take), all I know (all I know)
Front row (front row), fashion show (fashion show)
Balenciaga (Balenciaga), the Paris way (Paris way)
Kim K (Kim K), better get back with Ye (back with Ye)
Ayy, twin (that’s my twin), that’s my twin (that’s my twin)
GLE (GLE), matchin’ Benz (matchin’ Benz)
And my tint (and my tint), five percent (five percent)
Fuck around (fuck around), pay your rent (pay your rent)
Ayy, twin (that’s my twin), that’s my twin (that’s my twin)
GLE (GLE), matchin’ Benz (matchin’ Benz)
And my tint (and my tint, Smurk), five percent (five percent, go)
Fuck around (fuck around, go, go), pay your rent (pay your rent, ayy, twin, go)
I caught a jet right to the trenches, fucked around and popped a ten (yeah)
I couldn’t really pop my shit, I had to get back for my twin (grrah, grrah)
Say, “Free Shiesty, ” ’til he free, go ask his bitch, I sent him ten (go)
Me and Deeski shared a room, a double bed in Drury Inn (man, what?)
Ask your favorite rapper why he go to him, his jewelry dim (jewelry too dim)
Ain’t no proper cause, the state did Rose worser than the Knicks (worser than the Knicks)
When you tell a nigga no they’ll treat you worser than a bitch (worser than a bitch)
But my twin’ll beat your ass, we’ll do you worser with a stick (man, what?)
We not menace to society, killers got variety
I done seen some shit that super deep, I got anxiety
If you not my twin or my friend, can’t get my addy (no)
Go and ask my opps (no), belt to ass, I’m they daddy (go)
Ayy, twin (that’s my twin), that’s my twin (that’s my twin)
GLE (GLE), matchin’ Benz (matchin’ Benz)
And my tint (and my tint), five percent (five percent)
Fuck around (fuck around), pay your rent (pay your rent)
Ayy, twin (that’s my twin), that’s my twin (that’s my twin)
GLE (GLE), matchin’ Benz (matchin’ Benz)
And my tint (and my tint), five percent (five percent)
Fuck around (fuck around), pay your rent (pay your rent)

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