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turk thuggin - slugg lyrics

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n-ggas really capping in the streets swear to god n-gga don’t want smoke
serving pounds when i’m outside if 12 come then i gotta go

p-ssy n-gga done dripped out caught his -ss lacking all in the snow
caught em lacking in his own section now he running fast usain bolt

i ain’t worried about a f-ck n-gga and put that sh-t all on my soul
n-gga blessed in a gang now he claiming that he so cutthroat

n-ggas talking on the internet ima show you n-ggas how ya’ll really hoes
sneak dissing on mtm ima up that sh-t all at ya bros

n-ggas hating on turk thuggin cause ya main b-tch say she love my flow
i ain’t worried about a f-ck n-gga steady bluffing n-gga man you ain’t gone blow

every since a n-gga start rapping
thinking about cash n-gga paper stacking

p-ssy n-gga steady set tripping like d-mn n-gga what the f-ck you jacking
dumb b-tch gave dumb head like d-mn b-tch why the f-ck you gagging

aj up in a different state and i swear to god that he pistol packing
little do a mfer know got the dope stuffed in my f-cking mattress

n-ggas say they gone k!ll turk i’m like d-mn n-gga what the f-ck happen
how the f-ck you gone k!ll turk got the pole out i ain’t never lacking

say turk yeen on sh-t swear to god n-gga man you only rapping
told the p-ssy n-gga pull up ima show you n-ggas how the f-ck im acting

pulled up f-ck the opp b-tch but whole time ian f-cking bragging
4 pockets got straight bands so stop asking why my pants sagging

p-ssy n-gga steady worried about me that’s the main reason that yo cash lagging
mtm 4l n-gga ain’t nothing else and that’s on me

n-ggas really gone hate m’s start riding foreign’s and luxury’s
n-ggas toting on big guns got 2 drums like a double d

bro nem uping big poles that sh-t sting like a bumble b
steady asking turk for a feature like where yo paper n-gga let me see

all my n-ggas real n-ggas like la b-tch we play for keeps
if a n-gga talking like he tough ima shoot his -ss in his f-cking t–th

up da pole at ya f-cking face before i squeeze n-gga can’t breath
turk thuggin man i’m up next man i swear to god sh-t is a breeze

slug, slug, slug, slug…

- turk thuggin lyrics

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