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truck turner - can i bitch lyrics

[intro]

[verse]
i took all i can stands, i can’t stands no more
this louisville slugger ’bout to take it to his jaw
shut the f+ck up!
when you hear grown n+ggas talkin’
i’ma dead this sh+t ‘fore it even start like abortion
i gave you caution, you didn’t listen
now you gon’ talk like ss+ss ss+ss, what, are your f+ckin’ t++th missin’?
cats run they mouth too much get played outta position
knew you was a b+tch from the start just call it thug intuition
f+ck next time but this time, i’ma name names, can+i+b+tch ass
time to feel the pain, i’ma turnin’ up the flame
how f+ckin’ dare you
step into my domain, benny flossin’ ass n+gga
truck’s about to make change
ah d+mn your mouth don’ got you in some sh+t
should’a watch your lip, i’ma spit at you on wax
and when i see you i’ma spit clips
run your mouth against my clique, that wasn’t wise
come through my town boy, better wеar a disguise
hope i don’t recognizе, how you hidin’ out in philly
s+xified, ya p+ssy, petrified, when i’m finished wit’chu n+gga
you gon’ testify, truck holds it down
you step to mine
tell me somethin’ i can believe
like your mother be suckin’ d+ck in harlem for bean pies
now watch the cream rise, i whip that ass while your girl is watchin’ ring side, blaow!
got ’em kris, right between the eyes
callin’ you out, plus callin’ your bluff, can+i+b+tch
foldin’ my clutch, it’s death when i touch the fofo leave [?] in your guts
bdp the consequence of n+ggas runnin’ they mouth, a little too much, what!
truck turner, you f+ggot
get the name right
brooklyn wit the boogie down connect, we flame bright
game tight, got enough rope, let ’em hang right?
disrespect the dead we gon’ come see you the same night
[chorus]
if you don’t know me by now, you gon’ know me
if you don’t feel this sh+t here, you gon’ feel it
if you ain’t got it, you could get it
actin’ as if it can’t happen and get your dome split

[verse 2]
yo what the f+ck made you think if you run off at da mouth bdp wouldn’t strike back
huh?
instead of tryna take out ll, take your mother ms. williams off the crack, yo it’s a fact
t+t+t+talk you can’t back, you weak
if i look at you too hard you’ll collapse
talk sh+t and cop a plea
perhaps i’ll spare your naps, f+ck that
truck’s comin’ through, crush ya face, leave tire tracks
and [?] [?], if the shoe fit b+tch try on that
get high on that, turn into [?], you gon’ fry on that
was drinkin’ when i said it, uh huh, n+gga lie on that
wasn’t thinkin’ when you said it, excuses we ain’t buyin’ that
choke this motherf+cker ’till he blackout
p+ss in his face, wake him up and blaow, knock the n+gga back out
give him headaches, tylenol couldn’t ease up
got the sh+t locked down?
you been evicted, give the keys up
be smart brother
don’t make me pull the gun out
i dumb out, shots rung out
mother grab the kids, run out
when the smoke clear your brains hung out
make sure you stop breathin’, grab the knife, cut your lung out
turner baby, hit the twelve speed clutch
voom, voom, start her up
look both ways before you cross me and get crush
you like a volkswagen, gettin’ drag by a eighteen wheeler mack truck
your sh+ts thoroughly jacked up
frontin’ like you tough, holdin’ down the streets, word up
you little catholic school b+tch, ’bout to pull your f+ckin’ skirt up
you push me, push me
i expose you p+ssy, p+ssy
wit a [?] [?] [?] squash, squash, gushy, gushy
we could battle, anywhere, got a girl? then bring her
she could watch me whip that ass primetime on jerry springer, make ya whole hip hop style, wan’ turn singer
krs co+signed your demise, she’s more like sticky fingers
ya listen up
i’m makin’ it clear, introduce myself to you, truck turner your worst nightmare
and when you ready to bring it, i’m right here
[chorus]
if you don’t know me by now, you gon’ know me
if you don’t feel this sh+t here, you gon’ feel it
if you ain’t got it, you could get it
actin’ as if it can’t happen and get your dome splited
if you don’t know me by now, you gon’ know me
if you don’t feel this sh+t here, you gon’ feel it
if you ain’t got it, you could get it
actin’ as if it can’t happen and get your dome splited

[outro]

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