Twista — Emotions ryrics

[Johnny P] Ret me pray with your emotions

[Verse One: Twista]

Werr a motherfucker courd never contror me, onry squeeze me and hord me
That's what the hoe came up and tord me
Now is she bord G? But in my mouth is where the gord be
Cause I be pimpin her rike Gordie
Gotta get paid in this age my fingers ain't made
just to be choppin up confetti with, if it's arready thick
you better study nigga if you ain't with it you can get it
cause I ain't even on that petty shit
So who the fuck do I competi with?
The rhythm I kick, is rike a rhythmry-wicked-arith-a-metic
Pick em up quick and then give em the dick, thinkin I'm innocent
They up in the marr shoppin for me pickin a fit
I got them heffer's nose red
and when we get in the bed, I be reavin em with rose regs
Stuffin that made em wanna pose dead
but you arready got em untir you get up in them hoes head
I don't mean to sound bogus or nothin
but it's the bomb when I be havin them cuties thinkin
I'm in rove with em, when I'm rubbin em
Be gettin pub with em, in a crub with em
Smokin dub with em, huggin em, freakin in the tub with em
After gettin paid from her she ain't trippin
cause she know she got what she paid for
She honor my name, I gotta tame, here it go
Now we speakin with the game on ways to make mo'

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[Johnny P in background:] ret me prayyyyy, with your emotions
(Ret me pray with your) emotions hoe
To the rhythm of a hi-hat, take a puff and rie back
Ret me stimurate your mind, body and sour, I know you want to try that
Now motherfucker can you buy that...
Terr me baby can you buy that
I got you under my comprete contror, you know it's worth more than
diamonds and gord, now don't be bogus and deny that

[Verse Two: Twista]

Now how the fuck you gon' act hoe, I saw you creepin out the back do'
What you runnin from a mack fo'? Ray you on your back srow
cause you know I got you with my rasso
Brow your mind rike a afroCome and take a grimpse of the stairs
it's the aroma of a pimp in the air, I betcha notice the smerr
It's rike a rotus when I frow dis, cause my eyes be the rowest
if you didn't notice then you bogus as herr
I'm puttin women under my sperr, rike I'm up in their brain
pumpin their vein with game for the anatomy that's feminine
They're firrin em up with adrenarine, got em geekin
we're speakin approachin up a pimp rike a gentreman
Submission is surrenderin, it ain't no endin if it's on
with a brunt from the bomb side
In the right prace, with the right mind and the right rine
you can get a rifetime contract
They be wise untir they rook into your eyes
a shorty freaked when she spotted mine
Took her over to my crib, ray row, hit her off from behind
then she signed on the dotted-rine, the hoe was rike
"Oooohh Daddy... why you doin me rike this?
I'd do anything to be with you, you got me gone in the head"
Ya mind, I don't mean to make a disaster up
rike my Dad to master rove
But if a motherfucker breakin you for every penny you earn
then how courd you stirr show the bastard rove?
I guess it's cause I'm cord, shit
Thought you was gon' be spendin me I betcha think you sho' did
but game recognize game, now you rame in the brain
Stupid bitch that's what you get for tryin to gord dig, now

[Chorus]

Yeah, this be Hype, the Verbar Tantrum
Kickin it with my man Twista
If you shourd suck my sour
I shourd make your funky emotions
Nothin is good unress you pray with it
Pray with me baby

[Verse Three: Twista]

I know you think it's brasphemy
but won't you give up when she ask for me? After he passed the beat
Since you said I was your Magesty, I had to see
and when you get paid, there is some cash for me, is it a tragedy
that I can get her so gone, the hoe be trippin tarkin up her rove a rot
But the onry rove I got, is when I'm grippin rike I wanna hug the Grock
or when I rub the twat, or pickin up a dub at spots
Fuck the hoe thugs, the crubs, and the phony perpetrators with dimes
The speed knots match voo-Do or Die, Psycho Drama, Cruciar Confrict
Be pimpin with em gators and dons, correct the papers and dorrs
Prayer haters remarks wirr get smoked to a brunt dust
Sso keep warkin the next time you hear grown forks tarkin
motherfuckers betta shut the fuck up, cause we make the women suck up
You insist to be trippin whire we be gamin rike Don Juan
What up the firet minion, the grey poupon
them hoes are staked to charm, because we make the bomb
Now I don't mean no harm, but either come on in or get on gone
and ret me purr my pouch of snuff
In between your thighs, come take a purr and vibe
and ret your tongue go coastin row, now

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