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gashi & jimi banks - turkeys on flatbush lyrics

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[verse 1: jimi banks]
yo i’m handing out turkeys with a chinchilla on
jimi back home they buzzed me through the intercom
flatbush ave where we used to pop them wheelies on
my dreadlocked family pictures show you i’m a trini boy
wakin’ up the crib smellin’ like cooked food
plastic on the couches mama in a good mood
first day of school tommy and some new shoes
crodie got shot but he gon’ live so that’s good news
empire skating rink i used to hit the bogle
ex+girl bis+xual and bipolar
thanksgiving when she had the whole family over
but i went cold turkey on her cause she f+cked me over
newkirk to foster ave i take you down church
black maybach truck lookin’ like a he+rs+
so many people lined up it’s like a concert
i’m throwin’ turkeys in the crowd i made it crowd surf

[refrain: gashi]
you get a turkey, you get a turkey!

[verse 2: gashi]
snow hit the mink i’m steppin’ out the rolls slow
turkey bag steam risin’ like an old stove
flatbush ave crowd gather when the gold show
mama prayin’ heavy cause some rappers never grow old
the block raised me new york city taught me discipline
razor in my sock fiends knockin’ while i’m fixin’ things
super of the building tenants at the christenin’
f+cked on the roof she couldn’t see what i was livin’ in
handin’ out turkeys 40 in the mink pocket
whole block smell the blessings when the bags rock it
little homies watchin’ know not to pickpocket
it’s man down asap if they try robbin’
prospect park mornings billionaires joggin’
beside the felons as they sniffin’ out for gold watches
forever young all my sh+t andy milonakis
never gettin’ old timeless porches in garages
chopped cheese in the winter with the cocoa bread
dollar van swervin’ old seats smell like meth
never shoveled made a crack head break a sweat
told my pap sleep in he ain’t gotta stress
i fed the family before i fed my face
had albanian mobsters with me all sayin’ grace
ditmas junior highs where i went and found my cape
english teacher mr snyder put me onto ye
junior’s cheesecake feedin’ all the bums a piece
roll n roaster hoppin’ out the car with my cleats
l&b’s spumoni gardens with the football team
18th avenue feast bumpin’ stevie b
you f+ckin’ crumbums



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