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zuò qǔ : Sparxxx, Turk |
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Uh huh Young |
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Turk nigga |
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Don' t know |
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Uh huh It' s like that nigga c' mon |
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Uh huh C' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon |
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C' mon, c' mon uh huh |
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Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga |
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C' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon |
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Look, look, look Verse 1: Turk |
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I thought you was my number one bitch, but |
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I was wrong |
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I was trippin, |
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I had to be stone for pones |
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I' m out my mind thinkin you gon' just my time |
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But when I, when |
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I went up that road you gon' stop the cryin |
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I heard that |
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I caught five, but |
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I gave it back |
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When I touch down bitch, |
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I' m gon' pay you back |
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I' ma fuck all you friends, all you close of kin |
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Go back to bein a straight pitch again |
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Put that steering wheel in your back, ride you bitch |
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And I could give a fuck if your cryin bitch |
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I' ma give you somethin dirty, |
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I' ma have the last laugh |
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I put that on my life, |
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I' ma have the last laugh |
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Try to blues me but the tables turned |
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And it stopped on me, bitch you gon' learn |
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Played with a |
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Hot Boy, you gon' burn baby burn |
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Head don' t smoke like we just hit shern Chorus x4: Turk |
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Bitch you gon' have that dick look |
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Gon' have that dick look |
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Gon' have that dick look |
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Gon' have that dick look Verse 2: Bubba Sparxxx |
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Oh yeah, oh yeah |
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Now this little dame, must of misplaced her brain |
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Switchin up without the slightest little trace of shame |
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Since Bubba |
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K became, a heavily stated name |
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She' s thinkin my dang-a-lang, is a ride on the gravy train |
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I certaintly ain' t a lame, little |
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Betty you misguided |
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Cause it' s rubels, not noodles that gets me excited |
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Ain' t never seen shit like it, a fisher done been dykin |
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Since Clinton was the pres, now ' tendin she meant like it |
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Now slut, you got somethin to tell me " oh wow, what? " |
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You always loved |
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Andy, cooled olie and mowwed up |
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I' ll oblige and give you a ride, but the only prize you receivin is what |
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I' m squeezin out on your chalky thighs |
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Oh these five dudes standin behind me, don' t mind them |
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But if it' s fuckin we discussin, just know they gon' chime in |
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But that shouldn' t be an issue, you love me don' t get shook |
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Stupid whore that' s what you get for givin that dick look uh oh! Chorus Verse 3: Turk |
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Bitch I' m home now and |
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I' m back on my feet |
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Back to the same |
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Turk that |
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I used to be |
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You can get off my dick bitch, stop sweatin my balls |
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Cause it wasn' t all that when |
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I was behind the wall |
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Bitch now you want me behind ya, |
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I don' t want have none |
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You did a dirty deed, bitch you played me sour |
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You left me stranded like " Gilligan" |
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To be honest with you bitch you was killin me |
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But I' ma dog like " Blue' s Clues" |
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You did that bitch, well watch how |
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I do you I' ma put you on cruise control |
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Full speed bitch, you stanky ho |
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It' s a must that you feel my pain and hurt bitch |
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Cause the name of my game is |
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Eagle first bitch |
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I' ma fool, you started and |
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I' m gon' finish it |
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Two can play at that game, but watch who win it bitch bitch Chorus Outro: Turk talking |
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Look I don' t know what' s wrong with these hoes man |
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Niggaz gon' get in their jokes and these hoes go south |
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Like Casper, you know what |
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I' m sayin? |
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It' s all gravy though |
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These stupid ass hoes, just don' t know |
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Bitch talkin ' bout, she can' t pay her bills |
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Know what |
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I' m sayin? |
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And why she only fucked one but nigga |
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It' s all gravy bitch, don' t have to send me no letters |
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You heard me, |
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I' ma Hot Boy |