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Turk - All Night lyrics
(feat. Lil' Wayne) [Lil Wayne] You know it's Wheezy you know Nigga you know it's Wheezy you know You know it's Wheezy you know Who Squideye [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I ain' just jumped off da porch playboy I been thuggin on da block Fist clutchin' on da glock Who Bout it Motherfucker let me know shit Y'all wit that hoe shit I keep the fo grip Hollowed tips fill the whole clip Trippin' ya feel da whole clip Get It I'm on some mo shit Quad Mafia blow Shit Never slept for dough or no bitch I only want a hoe for those lips to lick my whole clique And load the bitch wit coke and shit and send her on a road trip I'm so sick wit it Dick nigga what is your purpose I'm off the surface Platinum merchandise shining perfect For certain firearms This verse seem like it's dirty squiddy Put bullets in yo shirt and fit it if you jerkin wit me ? pops don't yourself the next statistic You may be hard but seeing your chopped off is less convincing Which nigga want it Holla at me I'll be at the top With cha wife slobbing on my cock And your kids calling me pop I can't be stopped [Hook: Lil Wayne 2x] Okay They run in yo place four straight to yo face These Niggaz don't play Believe me shit ain all right They cut off all lights And they ridin' all night Till some shit that you don't like let's go [Verse 2: Turk] Nigga look here you can play wit me or my dogs If ya won't And watch how quick yo bitches wind up gettin' left faunked I dress in black rat a tat tat leave ya flat nigga At any given time you gonna see that nigga Lil Turk and Wheezy straight thugged out We got choppers wit 50's that'll clear it out You could test the nuts If ya won't round You know you done fucked up so it's goin' down Get fulla dat one on one and we don't give a fuck It's you or me, me or you nigga so what's up Now tell me, Is you really bout dat beef shit Bringin dat heat shit, killin yo peeps shit Cuz If you not then it's best you stay your distance nigga Cuz when we pull da trigger look we ain' missing nigga I'm a hit cha in yo melon split it to da fat Leave yo moms on da front level draped in black [Hook 2x] [Verse 3 Lil Wayne & Turk] [Lil Wayne] Fuck wit a turn or bed for bags, bitches, or bread And we mash quickly in a drout and blast snitches they scared Take snap pictures for fedz we blast riches and ice Snatch at night get em back depending the price Livin the last minutes of life and we do it huge My whole crew 'll does whos background to screw And we feud wit anyone to two shatter ya cabin Come around ya block niggaz disappear like abra cadabra [Turk] Lil turk don't play nigga look betta recognize When my finger get ta fuckin all you niggaz gon die Hit cha set in camoflague 50 shots what I fire Lay down and get cha mind right I bet cha won't survive I put that on everthing against anything ya bet If a nigga get it twisted get holes in his chest ? vest ain no way you protect it Last nigga got bust up cuz he disrespected [Hook til end] |
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