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mrk1 - turn me on lyrics

[verse 1 – lil wayne]
i ain’t lookin’ back, n-gga
i’mma douchebag to these p-ssy -ss n-ggas
hammer in my draws but i nail yo b-tch
blunts like fingers, i’m bout to make a fist
everybody die, gon’ bury me alive
grab life by the h-rns, put the bullsh-t aside
glock clip full like the moon in the sky
i’m at the gas station adding fuel to the fire
life ain’t sh-t but b-tches and money
p-ss that weed, like i studied
bury me in fire and watch me phoenix
highway to heaven, i’m taking the scenic
you tied to the track of my train of thoughts
and controlling my thoughts is like taming sharks
and these hoes wanna kick it with me, i’mma sensei
and i got fat pockets, you n-ggas in shape
tools on deck, tattoos on necks
life is a b-tch, i’ll make her yo ex
better turn to god, ‘fore i turn to godzilla
how the f-ck you gon’ talk sh-t to diarrhea
m-th-f-cka it’s on, i’m just rubbing ’em wrong
put a bug in my ear, but not in my phone
i’ll have a broke m-th-f-cka run in ya home
for a crumb and a bone and put one in ya dome

[hook]
one in ya dome. [x8]
empty stomach, full clip
i’m gon’ get it gon’ get it [x2]
my trigger finger itchin’
my trigger finger itchin’
my trigger finger itchin’
my trigger finger itchin’
my trigger finger itchin’

[verse 2 – lil wayne]
i don’t like to dream about gettin’ paid
you ain’t gon hurt n0body like kid ‘n play
ain’t nun sweet but the codeine n-gga
eyes h-lla red like chlorine in ’em
i was gettin’ that p-ssy, i was gettin’ that money
long hair, don’t care, hacksaw jim duggan
too high to take a breath, too high to take a step
two rights don’t make a wrong, three rights, make a left
the cops on my d-ck, the feds on my nerves
i walk it like i talk it, got legs on my words
if she don’t suck d-ck, i don’t give her that d-ck
got the world in my hands, i’mma dribble that b-tch
money is the issue, full court pressure
i like my blunt, nutty professor
i’mma straight rider with a getaway driver
hit you dead on the money now you dead on arrival
i don’t f-ck with these n-ggas, too old for new friends
but never too rich for new money
these n-ggas buying hatorade by the twelve pack
like two stomachs
i’m laced up like two shoes, miss goody
keep that ratchet n-gga
trigger finger itchin’, i’ll scratch you n-gga
blow yo f-ckin’ brains out in traffic n-gga
got green, new orleans, st. patrick n-gga
one b-tch on the whip, one on the phone
the one on the phone, is in front of ya home
she ’bout to run in ya home, and put one in ya dome

[hook]

[verse 3 – soulja boy]
rest in peace to the game cause i’m fresh to death
rest in peace to the game, tell ’em k!ll theyself
make your deathwish, cause i’m too fresh
cuse i’m fresh to death, cause i’m fresh to death
you go broke tryna get fresh like this
rest in peace to the game cause i k!lled it
i’m fresh to death, i’m fresh to death
what you talkin’, i came out a coffin

[verse 4 – lil wayne]
i just can’t see myself, living in a house of mirrors
i bought me a double r, cuz i went from rags to riches
and these n-ggas nag like b-tches
actin’ like little f-gs like richard
and all of my b-tches be bad as vision
you gotta problem i can fix it like a mathematician
i ammunition, call me ammo for short
trukfit shirt, camo the shorts
ya girl is a freak, ya man is a narc
put your son in your arms or put one in your dome

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