Twin Lyrics by Ann Marie ft. Tink

[Intro: Tink]
(Hitmaka)
(Catour, fuck it up)

[Chorus: Ann Marie]
Twin
Know you gon' be my bitch 'til the end
Know you gon' ride for me
'cause I'm gon' ride for you
And if she got beef with you
Better bring enough smoke for two
That's how I come for you
Twin
If he trickin' on me then he trickin' on you
Told him, "Meet me at Phipps, " and he had to buy two
That's just how it goes when your bitch got you
They be clique-in' up, but that be fu'
I ain't have nobody, it was always you
They know not to play 'cause I'm crazy 'bout you
Twin

[Verse 1: Ann Marie]
Gotta be careful who you call your friend
These hoes ain't loyal, they just pretend
That's why I keep my circle small
Can't trust no bitch
Except my bitch

[Chorus: Ann Marie & Tink]
Twin
Know you gon' be my bitch 'til the end
Know you gon' ride for me
'cause I'm gon' ride for you
And if she got beef with you
Better bring enough smoke for two
That's how I come for you
Twin
If he trickin' on me then he trickin' on you
Told him, "Meet me at Phipps, " and he had to buy two
That's just how it goes when your bitch got you
They be clique-in' up, but that be fu'
I ain't have nobody, it was always you
They know not to play 'cause I'm crazy 'bout you
(Oh, oh-oh)
Twin

[Verse 2: Tink]
Girl, drop a pin and tell me where to meet you (Oh, oh)
I'll spin the block on a opp if they ever mistreat you
Nobody knows you better than I do (Oh-woah, yeah)
If bitches want smoke, then I'm ready to slide through
(Slide through)
'Cause girl you my twin and it's up if you call (Call)
Might hit a lick and then split with you
Yeah, that's just how we ball (Just how we ball, hey)
Don't need no new bitches up in this ride
(Ride, woah, yeah)
Here 'til the end, it's just me
And my twin on the passenger side

[Chorus: Ann Marie]
Twin
Know you gon' be my bitch 'til the end
Know you gon' ride for me
'cause I'm gon' ride for you
And if she got beef with you
Better bring enough smoke for two
That's how I come for you
Twin
If he trickin' on me then he trickin' on you
Told him, "Meet me at Phipps, " and he had to buy two
That's just how it goes when your bitch got you
They be clique-in' up, but that be fu'
I ain't have nobody, it was always you
They know not to play 'cause I'm crazy 'bout you
Twin

[Outro: Ann Marie & Tink]
Gotta be careful who you call your friends (Oh, oh-oh)
These hoes ain't loyal, they just pretend (Oh, oh-oh)
So, I keep my circle small, can't trust no bitch