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Utwór: It's In Me

  • wykonawca: Turk
  • wyświetleń: 1005

Mmm, mmm, c'mon
  Ah c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
  C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
  C'mon, c'mon, look, look
    [Verse One]
  When I start to spray, clear the way, or get knocked
  Cause once my thang cock, I then aim and pop
  I'm a donkey wodie, a untamed gorilla
  Wilder than real-a, T.C. representer
  Known for spinnin Benz, gettin about fifty
  Plus I'm quick to ride, and give it to you snitches
  I'm a no doubt fella, always have I always will
  Uptown fella, young and thuggin plus I'm real
  In my blood in my veins it be the way that I be
  All I know is killin, murder drama no peace
  Youngsta nineteen who got off the porch early
  I done did it all believe dat, ya heard me
  Whoever like testin look, don't you do it
  Cause I don't hesitate especially if you blew it
  Your set I run - through it, like a mad man
  Don't think I won't do it, leave your momma sad man
    [Chorus]
  Look here - it's in me lil' wodie to be the thug that I be
  It's in me lil' wodie to wear baguettes on Roley
  It's in me lil' wodie to wear - T's, 'Baud's, and Ree's
  It's in me lil' wodie - look here - it's in me lil' wodie
    [Verse Two]
  It's in my bloodstream wodie, to be the type that I am
  Sold gats split hash take a boy from his fam
  Nothin but streets, look - it's all that I know
  Knockin you off yo' feet, it's all that I know
  Drivebys and pull-ups I'm prepared every day
  Thuggin as usual I do dat every day
  Quick to roast ya, if you're not from round my way
  In the middle of the quarter in one of them hallways
  Quick to still ya yeah, I'm real I ain't fake
  Leave that a murder scene in the middle of yellow tape
  Put a hole in your thinkin cap, you won't be thinkin no more
  Look, you'll be put to nap
  A youngster play it raw raw, and "X" ya out
  Me and my dog Rat quick to run up in yo' house
  Yeah I goes out cause it's in me lil' daddy
  When it's a coke drought I tote a semi lil' daddy
    [Chorus]
    [Verse Three]
  I'm the one they're talkin about, original Hot Boy
  Lil' Turk wodie, run up and get shot boy
  With a long gun, AK with fifty rounds in it
  Ain't gon' be nuttin nice, when I'm spinnin and bendin
  Non-stop cousin, the chopper a fool yes
  Get your mind right, that's what it do yes
  Blood and brains, all over the streets
  is what you see dawg, messin with me
  I'll do you somethin awful split ya deep
  Closed casket you had front you for your peeps
  I get up then blast, somebody dyin tonight
  Load up the mac, look I'm ridin tonight
  I disguise like a woman mask over my face
  Gloves on my hand no evidence no case
  That's how I do it, look, do it smart and smooth
  If you don't want my trouble look, better be cool
    [Chorus - 2X]
  

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