Twi$ted, Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro: Keith Sweat]
You know you are my lover
(You know you want my lovin', baby)
You got me twisted over you
(Girl, you got me twisted over you)
I know I got what you need
(I got what you need right here, baby)
So what you wanna do?
And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube

[Verse 1: Vontee the Singer]
I'm afraid of you
I don't care if you're a friend of me
I could handle you, but I don't know if you can handle me
What you into, I can tell that you're sinful, what you've been through
Pop that pus*y like a pimple, eat my di*k 'til I nut on your dimples
Surprise, I'm sorry it got in your eyes
My cousin went down her thighs like a slide
I'm leaving it on her, saying no goodbyes
And we know she gonna f*ck on the guys
[?], like damn
pus*y wetty like a lake
I wanna put your body on a plate
Love when you eat my di*k up like a steak
She can suck the venom out of a snake
She revised me, but not out the way
She tryna write me, I might've just met by mistake
pus*y so tight, it's like I cannot escape
I want the top floor play, I just see Ja in a rave
I don't want no broke b*tch, all I want is rich sex
She want me to f*ck her, 'fore she got to get her lips wet
First, she gotta get my di*k wet
If it ain't sloppy, I'm not impressed
I ain't even showing interest
All these b*tches getting bench pressed
It's the Beamer, but I want the Benz next
Like, I f*ck with you now, but I want your friend next
'Cause, she knowing all the words to my songs
She tryna swing my di*k up like a [?]
And I'm tryna eat her pus*y through her thong (Through her thong)
[Verse 2: Cash Cobain & Vontee the Singer]
My baby so bad, she look like Nia Long
And I'm tryna eat her pus*y through my soul
I'm tryna eat her pus*y through her thong
And she tryna suck my balls through my draws
I told her, "I don't do [?], I do raw" (Like damn)
You want it, you get it all 'cause you spoiled
You want me up in your walls, give me call (For sure)
I wanna do it all, do it all
I wanna put my di*k up in your jaw
I'm tryna eat your pus*y with some hoes
Twisted, send me a addy, I'm bendin', bendin'
She don't even rap, but shawty be spittin'
The way that I eat on that pus*y, I swear to god, it was Thanksgiving
The way that I eat on that pus*y, I swear to god, she won't forget it
Go crazy, lil' mama, my favorite lil' mama, I don't think you get it
They hatin', lil' mama, they 'bating lil' mama, tell 'em bout they business
The n*ggas will say this the greatest lil' mama, ride it like the [?]
The henny, [?], the chaser, I swear to god, it got me twisted
Tss (For sure), I'm tryna rump off a perc
I'm tryna rump, tryna f*ck off a perc
From the back, make you c*m off a perc
I bet you can't make my di*k nut off a perc
f*ck a b*tch like a sl*t off a perc
I'm hitting that sh*t from the front, make her squirt
Slizzy God, I'ma take her to church
Slizzy God, so I gave her the word
Like I'm scamming, I gave her the works
I'm hitting them angles, I [?]
Dribbling that pus*y, I feel like I'm Dirk
I'm killing that pus*y, put it in the dirt
This b*tch just told me to take her to Turks
I know this b*tch got me twisted, oh for sure (For sure)
[Outro: Cash Cobain]
I know this b*tch got me twisted, oh for sure
I know this b*tch got me twisted, oh for sure
I know this b*tch got me twisted, oh for sure (For sure)
I know this b*tch got me twisted, oh for sure (For sure)