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Lirik Lagu Warm Embrace (feat. The Speedknot Mobstaz) - Twista

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[Liffy Stokes]It's like I got the 4 4 cockedOn the block in it two door droppedAnd my spot is keepin' but hotThe pussy ass cop throw some murder in the lotMy nigga got popped with a bullet that was meant for meThe adapt by T's and B's and the regenciesFuck what the reason be I'ma start squeezin' theseThem niggas ain't G's they wanna be thugsAnd it ain't shit these ain't no muthafuckin' slugsThe fools and plugged plus ain't no hoes over hereI done dropped more dead bodies than tearsBrought to life momma's worst fearsPictures of a son dyin' from that hot ones flyin'Baby mama's cryin' at the funeral'Cause the magnum lit him like a black (?)When I rolled out on his ass on the soloI caught him up on mo-mo cookin' up co-coI got to tip on the low-lowBust it there like po-po takin' lives with the, oh noIt's a 4-4 many missles with a silent sub for the whistleMy favorite pistol'Cause when I let that bitch rideI know the homicide is being counted out, it's officialNiggas steady bumpin' guns, but don't want noneBecause of these hot ones that explode on contactA maniac just prepared to die in combatBesides all that my 4-4 keeps my laced: Dawg he paid and safeI can see the fear in your face as I reach my waist for this warm embrace
[Chorus]I got plenty love for the 4-4But when I pick it up, I don't wanna let it goBecause a nigga straight lovin' your warm embraceI got plenty love for the 4-5But when I pick it up, I don't wanna let it rideBut still I bust 'cause I survive from your warm embraceI got plenty love for the nine-millAnd when I pick it up, I don't really wanna killBut still I bust because I'm needin' your warm embraceAll you muthafuckas better duck and hideBefore I let it ride, the sucka stepped asideStill I bust because I'm lovin' your warm embrace
[Mayz]I love the element of surprise when I'm taking these hoes livesWith my customized 4-5Get enough ammunition to knock off you, your crew and some more guysYou muthafuckas better get wiseMake sure your first shot is sweet, tryin' to kill the elite'Cause you ain't gettin' no more triesMake the nigga's nubian mother weap, but fuck itAs long as I don't get whole criesPut the beam between his eyes and make that bitch nigga so wiseNo matter what the size of the warm embrace of my forty-fiveMake sure that nigga crossed me diesYou don't wanna throw them thangsWhen I cocked and aim (?) think in these few seconds timeBut Mayz ain't new to the gameI use the spark when we start to light up this thunderin' crimeBut niggas get bucked for dime and it's like you're a magnet for sin(?) pretend to be your friend 'til they get close enough to your endsTo do you in, that shit puts me on tenAnd make me wanna put the barrel of this solid fiendUpon under that nigga's chin, plus he talkin' big shit about warLike he don't know my stee, now mob's gon' winBut I dare one of you niggas to say my name'Cause I put a fuckin' bullet into your closest skinJust to get under your skin like a dirty syringePlus I know you can't win with a gun or a pinSo when you see Mayz come in the place you better say your graceBefore I fuck up your face like a can of maceBefore I get disgraced, I'ma catch a caseMaybe you hoes fear the wrath of my warm embrace
[Chorus]
[Twista]Would you (..?..) of the team, for sureHold you ever so tightly, I love you nina and never wanna let you goMiss millimeter's makin' the (?) muthafuckas gotsta be ruckusWhen I get my clutches upon this hoeItchin' to let the barrel blowLike a sparrow, how it flow, like an arrow (..?..)Spit 'em up and swallow slowI reload, clippin' your ass crack, you constantly blast backPayback from flashback, some bitches knowBust 'til I see the chrome from the introYou was fucked from the phasin', deep with the cuts and abrasionErupts and amazin', nigga, my nina buckedFuck the gauge and enemies get (?) up from the blazin'Fool you be burnin' them with your black assMurderous hips, hurtin' the grips, ride on personal listDeposition die for servin' them sixEveryone of 'em with a hit but some are missin' of a jerk to the kick'Cause I be working my bitchTryin' to pimp her but she a wild and a tame thangKick a static on when she gangbang, blast in the fullest moonNiggas better pull it soon or else suffer hellafied bullet woundsAnd even though I stay clubbed with some thugs, why call 'em stugWhen it comes to (?) run about she draw my bloodStatic under the bra 'cause everytime I take a hit at the budAnd give you a hug you gon' pop up a slugDrinkin' remy on the block, gotta bust the glockWhen the henny hit the chest, bustin' smith-n-wessFuck the discussion, I'm bustin' 'em all, clutchin' my ballsIf I see I'll be laid to rest, let me hit the sexLose (?) but used to be a problem solverBut the nina made me a ballerGo strapped and take the place of the black nineLeave 'em flat lines, feelin' fury, you was born to tasteFrom my warm embrace
[Chorus]
I got plenty love for the 4-4, 4-4, 4-4Warm embraceI got plenty love for the 4-5 (4-5), 4-5 (4-5), 4-5Warm embraceI got plenty love for the nine-mill (Nine-mill), nine-mill