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letra de turtle (leaned out) - macon hamilton

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18 year old dope fiend

act like i don’t k!ll tracks n-gga

14 sippin’ codiene

4 years p-ssed like that n-gga?

pro and co

mike and ike

swear this sh-t almost k!lled me twice

purple heart

pour it up

rest easy pimp, ugk for life

(hook)

god d-mn i’m leaned out (x4)

swear to god i’m so far gone

off that purple and patron

she playing that outkast and that bone it put me right up in my zone

(verse)

i swear it’s something bout’ that soda that’s just s-xy

(it’s so s-xy)

mix it in with jolly ranchers once she naked

(girl take them clothes off)

speech so slurred can’t even talk, i’ll take yo message

gone need some autotune for me to feel corrected (ha, turnup!

gone need you to go and tell your friends that it’s ov before

we started i need some room girl we ain’t talking, we just texting (you know how it go!)

gone need you to mind yo business while i go handle mine

i’m just trying to write these rhymes i’m on top of my grind

so just let me shine dog do you feel me? for really so um

what the f-ck is a record deal? a maybach boy save that

rather lay tracks, raise heads and erase heads

i’m just stating facts, man this whole rap game -ss backwards

like f-ck my n-ggas, free the feds

and i don’t see you boys going far like a wave cap on a nappy head!

i’m a thoroughbred get alot of bread!

never let a motherf-cker stop the bread!

you see what i say? no simon says

if you hating on me? off with your head

got that good good in my cup, got that good good in my dutch

macon haam you know i’m what’s up don’t let that hot sh-t

get you touched

(hook)

i ain’t worried bout it, ok? (x4)

god d-mn i’m leaned out (x4)

swear to god i’m so far gone

off that purple and patron

(bridge)

get that money, gone get that money!

get up, get out, get you somethin! (x2)

hustling out the -ss, yeah that’s probably why i’m the sh-t!

n-gga! i wanna rock i wanna top, what’s an opp

to an autobot, i wanna pop!

ever hating n-gga on the block, talking like they hot

ak – 47 non stop like (baow bow bow bow!)

eagles in the street watch em’ all drop (down)

lift em’ up right quick

b-tch i’m a grind like i’m breaking an ounce

pour up a 4, and plead the fifth

- macon hamilton

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