| Ridin to the club, candy coated on the dubs
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| What? |
| What? |
| We gon' burn out, burn out
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| What? |
| What? |
| We gon' turn it out, turn it out
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| Nobody do it like G do it when he do it
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| Ridin to the club, candy coated on the dubs
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| What? |
| What? |
| We gon' burn out, burn out
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| What? |
| What? |
| We gon' turn it out, turn it out
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| Nobody do it, if beef do it, we see through it
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| You see me coming with the roof up leaning
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| Work on the block, I got the whole strip steaming
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| Grab a stack from the stash for the evening
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| Round it up with the click, now we breezing
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| Chrome glowing, the low pros all seasoned
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| Cuties stay blowing the do' for no reason
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| What we spend on alone can buy a Hummer truck
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| Next week we up, chronic, hit the numbers up
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| Get trucked up, the weapon in the stomach tucked
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| Click on point, my gun is never blunted up
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| Realise man, the 5 Fam running stuff
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| And my guys playing many men that want it rough
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| But we really came to flash on cats
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| And peep out a of couple ass on backs, smash on that
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| Shook nice cigars, jump the ash on cats
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| Thirty deep, V.I.P., in the back all that
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| Throw my drink in a chick’s face that act all wack
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| Ladies move, fix your attitude, get back on track
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| Any problem with me leaving niggas back up back?
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| And we lay last like Crack-A-Jack, put cash on that
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| Straight gully, I give you that impression at the door
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| Slut’s chain, just came from dressing at the store
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| And grown man cologne, shit exit out the pores
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| Best up the front, Smith & Wesson in the draws
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| Give coupons, freaks come a dime a dozen
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| Then key shine, you could turn a dime to a dozen
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| Back in this bitch right when you thought I wasn’t
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| It’s 5 Family Click, we all about thugging
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| You ain’t bout money, you all about nothing
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| The timely fetish, the lines of credit
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| Get this money and tell a dime to spread it
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| Playing with mines will fill this place with potent nines and medics
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| That’s right, that little light up on the nine is reddish
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| The shorty in that Louis Vuitton line is precious
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| Whole place filled with behind suppressors
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| Might get the wrinkles out the way, I iron their dresses |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Turn It Out , by - Kool G Rap. Song from the album HALF A KLIP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп