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Original Hot Beezy Lyrics - Artist : Turk
Giving ya'll some o' that real street music
My nigga Turk Get money, stay real, the sequel nigga (oh - oh) Aye, aye, aye The real [?] Say my name please Talk about streets (talk about streets) Cause we in this shit (cause we in this shit) Told my league (told my league) Cause he done calling in (he done calling in) You want a hot boy (want a hot boy) Fuck with me baby (fuck with me baby) Can't clown this shit (can't clown this shit) Original hot beezy The real Thugger Original hot beezy Watch your bitch cause I will fuck her Original hot beezy [?] Original hot beezy And it's still money over her I'm full, I'm thugging, I don't know nothing else Lil nigga I don't know nothing else Want me and the mob nigga 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 bitch nigga I do it myself (I'll do it myself) Thirty and a forty nigga 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 nigga got stripes like a well (like a well) Two strikes in the system, I don't give a fuck nigga Got one more left (got one more left) Got an extra clip gotta squeeze that bitch tip Ain't no more left (ain't no more left) Take off the whole team nigga one by one killer You gon' believe that there Nigga I'm G'd up, folly nigga Teardrop from my vein, no crying nigga Ain't night, broad day be a crime nigga Be there, yellow tape, you dying nigga You gon' die nigga Fucking with the real Thugger you gon' lie nigga If you can get caught, do the time nigga I might shoot it off stop crying nigga Nigga, nigga Talk about streets (talk about streets) Cause we in this shit (cause we in this shit) Told my league (told my league) Cause he done calling in (he done calling in) You want a hot boy (want a hot boy) Fuck with me baby (fuck with me baby) Can't clown this shit (can't clown this shit) Original hot beezy The real Thugger Original hot beezy Watch your bitch cause I will fuck her Original hot beezy [?] Original hot beezy And it's still money over her If a hoe ain't loyal she might get fucked Tell a hot boy where the stash at Send my young niggas in to get the bricks and the stuff nigga Tell them nigga have that Three shots at them nigga 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 hearse six in the dirth And boxed in your casket Robbing them, street shit Yeah homie I'm in that bitch 23 ya'll my day one nigga I ain't got no time for a bitch Getting money (getting money) Young thuggy thuggy Original hot but I'm in tens and the hunnids And I kill nigga, 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 nigga, put that on my momma Momma, momma Talk about streets (talk about streets) Cause we in this shit (cause we in this shit) Told my league (told my league) Cause he done calling in (he done calling in) You want a hot boy (want a hot boy) Fuck with me baby (fuck with me baby) (One time for the cameo) Can't clown this shit (can't clown this shit) Original hot beezy (shout out to the niggas, old side, new side) Hot - hot |
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