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turk - original hot beezy lyrics

[intro]
giving ya’ll some o’ that real street music
my n-gga turk
get money, stay real, the sequel n-gga (oh – oh)
aye, aye, aye
the real [?]
say my name please

[hook]
talk about streets (talk about streets)
cause we in this sh-t (cause we in this sh-t)
told my league (told my league)
cause he done calling in ( he done calling in)
you want a hot boy (want a hot boy)
f-ck with me baby (f-ck with me baby)
can’t clown this sh-t (can’t clown this sh-t)
original hot beezy
the real thugger
original hot beezy
watch your b-tch cause i will f-ck her
original hot beezy
[?]
original hot beezy
and it’s still money over her

[verse 1]
i’m full, i’m thugging, i don’t know nothing else
lil n-gga i don’t know nothing else
want me and the mob n-gga you don’t wanna try
make it hard for yourself (make it hard for yourself)
i’ll be in these streets everyday with the medal b-tch n-gga
i do it myself (i’ll do it myself)
thirty and a forty n-gga you gon’ get it started
tell them all they can’t help ( can’t help)
the paramedic can’t help ( can’t help)
can’t call me n-gga got stripes like a well ( like a well)
two strikes in the system, i don’t give a f-ck n-gga
got one more left (got one more left)
got an extra clip gotta squeeze that b-tch tip
ain’t no more left (ain’t no more left)
take off the whole team n-gga one by one k!ller
you gon’ believe that there
n-gga i’m g’d up, folly n-gga
teardrop from my vein, no crying n-gga
ain’t night, broad day be a crime n-gga
be there, yellow tape, you dying n-gga
you gon’ die n-gga
f-cking with the real thugger you gon’ lie n-gga
if you can get caught, do the time n-gga
i might shoot it off stop crying n-gga
n-gga, n-gga

[verse 2]
if a hoe ain’t loyal she might get f-cked
tell a hot boy where the stash at
send my young n-ggas in to get the bricks and the stuff n-gga
tell them n-gga have that
three shots at them n-gga like i’m at a gun range
target practice (target)
three hundred in the choppa let you know i ain’t playing
i’m reckless, don’t test me
i’m shooting first, questions i ain’t asking
you in a he-rs- six in the dirth
and boxed in your casket
robbing them, street sh-t
yeah homie i’m in that b-tch
23 ya’ll my day one n-gga
i ain’t got no time for a b-tch
getting money (getting money)
young thuggy thuggy
original hot but i’m in tens and the hunnids
and i k!ll n-gga, my block i run it
send eclipse till it feels like summer
get them while they hot like a summer
tackle with yo air like a comma (like a comma)
got clips on the choppa like a drummer (where the drummer)
heavy k n-gga, put that on my momma
momma, momma

[hook]
talk about streets (talk about streets)
cause we in this sh-t (cause we in this sh-t)
told my league (told my league)
cause he done calling in ( he done calling in)
you want a hot boy (want a hot boy)
f-ck with me baby (f-ck with me baby)
(one time for the cameo)
can’t clown this sh-t (can’t clown this sh-t)
original hot beezy (shout out to the n-ggas, old side, new side)

[outro]
hot – hot

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