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philly goats – turnt lyrics

[intro]
(got that beat from jumbo)
ah

[chorus: d st+rdy]
when you talkin’ ’bout who turnt, n+gga, yeah, that us
when you talkin’ ’bout who hot, we gon’ burn it up
money on my mind, i can’t go to sleep
i’m just tryna—, gotta make sure we all eat
i don’t want no beef, i just want the cash
i ain’t going bad on the internet
n+gga talkin’ ’bout “go”, we can get it in, uh
fah+fah, uh, now he is a pack

[verse 1: d st+rdy]
city on my back
i put this sh+t on the map
suburban truck, all black, uh
jump out, mm+mm, fifty k, ah+ah, with my dad
n+ggas talkin’ ’bout touching me, get my hitters up on his ass
n+gga, no, no, back

[verse 2: pgs spence]
n+gga, no, no, back
this a glock with a switch, lil’ n+gga, all you gotta do is tap
i’m a skinny n+gga with the big band, so my pockets lookin’ fat
oh, sh+t, jumbo, tap me in, uh, uh
jumbo, tap me out, uh
i can’t f+ck with shawty no more ’cause she keep running her mouth
chillin’ on the north side, but i met the lil’ b+tch from the south
oh, she look good, oh, she gon’ shake it
lil’ b+tch look bad in chanel, bet she look better naked
fifty k all in my pants, i’m strapped up, come and take it
i be acting average, you can check my stats, no, i ain’t basic
y’all n+ggas talkin’ ’bout mud babies , i came right from the bas+m+nt
walk in the club, smell like baccarat
the hoes keep on tellin’ me take a shot
no 4th of july, but the bottles popped
i’m so high off of that zaza
[chorus: d st+rdy]
when you talkin’ ’bout who turnt, n+gga, yeah, that us
when you talkin’ ’bout who hot, we gon’ burn it up
money on my mind, i can’t go to sleep
i’m just tryna—, gotta make sure we all eat

[verse 3: philly goats sou]
sh+t that i’m throwin’, it’s comin’ hot
this .40 is louder, it shake the block
got all the kids bl!cking at 12 o’clock
i was just down, now i’m touching guap
i was just down, now i’m touching cheese
one hand on the rim, i’m bangin’ big
i splice, slice n+ggas with nike techs
black and white stripes like i’m a ref’
black and white stripes like i’m a zebra
fifty on the neck, this sh+t a freezer
my african man, he gon’ f+ck it up
got lee in the back and he keep it tucked
got all these lil’ b+tches, they tryna f+ck
they tryna eat d+ck, so i give it up
let’s turn around, b+tch, let me beat it up
if it’s up, then it’s stuck, n+gga, leave it up

- philly goats lyrics

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