Très True

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Iced Tea

"Tyler, the Creator - BLOW MY LOAD" redux

Leave U Wit' Nothing

Leave U Wit' Nothing *TWANÉ Redux*

Warmth

Written, performed & produced by TWANÉ with additional production by Keewind E. Menra

Lyrics:

Li’l True, I’ma blow her back out like…

Blow Her Back Out Like... *Keewind E. Menra Remix*

Dere Goes Ma Baby

"Li'l B - Suck My Muthafuckin' Dick" redux

Nigga Rich

Nigga Rich *TWANÉ Redux*

Written, performed & produced by TWANÉ with additional mixing & mastering by Keewind E. Menra

Lyrics: 

I can make yo’ heart beat or I can make yo’ heart stop 

Stupid niggas leave they window down then hit they car lock

I’m her newest heartthrob, she gon’ give me a hard cock

You niggas jokes, Ren Hoëk, boy yousa li’l dog

Bought an AUG in August, in spring I’ll buy a SIG Sauer 

Hour after hour, she want me to devour 

Uh-uh, bitch I do not eat clam chowder 

I am not yo’ boyfriend, I just fuck and then re-route her

I told ‘er take a shower, your Uber ‘bout almost out here 

Pink pills give me power, she told her friends we fucked, she said they doubt ‘er

She wan’ put us together, bitch must be off some fuckin’ powder

Slow ho’ this ain’t no IKEA, my rug it say, “from Ibiza”, my lampshade from North Korea 

Fuck all of my high school teachers, I tell my all bitches that I’m a cheater

Two hoes, one night, my double feature 

Told li’ baby, “No, I can’t eat ya!”

Pop out da ‘ut, quite like a creature 

Fuck then dip, quite nice to meet ya

Rubies look like da skin on Indians, German bitch pulled up in a Benz to fuckin’ top me, her grandfather was a Nazi 

Wit’ money like an Israeli, fuck friends, I done lost my feelings

Oh wait, please don’t fuckin’ tell me, nigga you don’t ’een fuckin’ feel me

Real warfare? Blow yo’ Gaza Strip 

Step over dead bodies wit’ my moccasins 

Fuck yo’ stripes, use yo’ common sense

Fuck ‘bout who you rocking wit’ 

I pop my shit like mollies bitch 

Fuck-boy ain’t it obvious? That I ain’t got no kinda sense

My mind’s filled up wit’ crimes and shit 

My time, I’m dividing it, ‘tween two hoes who wan’ ride da dick 

New Pagani, I’m slidin’ quick, I think it’s time to say bye to this 

Hold on, hold up

Go, go, I’m like fuck these hoes, ‘cause I just fuck these hoes 

You know how it goes, bought a box from Paris filled wit’ silk and satin clothes 

She gon’ do da dick and then do that shit some mo’ 

Spent a hundred quick, but I need bands to blow 

Woah, woah, my heartbeat unique, I won’t chew on this freak, so I told ‘er blow or go hit da door

And now I’m good as gone, for sure, True

Heartbeat Unique (Bonus) (2K24) (Keewind E. Menra Remaster) (prod. TWANÉ)

Written, performed & produced by TWANÉ

Lyrics:

Not for nothing, can’t be fronting, bitch I’m tryna fuck something

Bitch I'm Tryna Fuck Somethin' (prod. TWANÉ)

#True #2K4L

Written, produced & performed by TWANÉ

Lyrics: 

I’m on her face just like a beauty spot, nigga super hot

Niggas ain’t on shit, we shoo da fly, I’ma do or die 

Fuck her from behind, she takin’ dick, I tell her, “Who’s your God?”

Soon to shine, baby give it up, I don’t care who’s your guy 

They say I’ma da one and I’ma prove ‘em right 

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I’m on her face just like a beauty mark, knocked it out da park

Uncut, after dark, girl just play it smart and you might have my heart

Not a farce, I’m in love wit’ drugs, it’s like they keep me sharp 

Shawty tryna leave, lookin’ for keys, but that’s not how it starts 

This is art, I just pull apart, her legs and make ‘er bark 

‘cause she’s a bitch, skip da foreplay, girl it’s no need for this

Just eat da dick, we can sit and conversate another day 
 
Now andalé, bitch I’m Twané, shawty say, “I’m ya slave”

I fuck her ‘til I’m all the way, treatin’ bitches all da same

I fuck her ‘til her she calls my name, pussy tight, want all da brain, want all da fame, want all da dames 

Shawty get off up them games, I know that you pissed off at me 

But tell me what you call a spade? Li’l bitch you was off da chain, okay

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She like stormy weather and sniffin’ Heather 

So I bought da Range, we can take them late night drives, fuck the talkin’ stage

I love it when you enter, it’s even better when you walk away

A pond couldn’t get her much wetter, I fuck her off da eighth 

Bitches only do what you let ‘em, yeah I’m a talkin’ bank

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And if I forgot to mention, I been this way since in school suspension

(Aye, aye, aye, okay, True)

Twitter

Beauty Mark (2K23) (Throwaway) (prod. TWANÉ)

Truest. 

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