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letra de turn it - t.i.

[intro]
hustle gang, n-gg-
hood b-tches

[chorus]
i’mma turn it it for the dopeboys ridin’ in the trap
50 pounds and that fire in they lap
i’mma turn it for the bad hoes, aye holla when you see me
you know i got this raw when you need it
i’mma turn it for the pay roll, i need it in my pocket
boy, what you need then i can get it if i ain’t got it
i’mma turn it for these suckers, mane
i know you wouldn’t be sh-t without me
i can keep you b-tches dreamin’ bout me
i’mma turn it for the

[verse]
hustle gang, n-gg-, that’s manda (tory)
still be trappin’ out the ‘bando
king pull strings like a banjo (pull it)
get a n-gg- killed for a band, yo
pay anything to be done in the streets, i done it
swear to god from the west to the east side i run it
you betta watch how you talkin’ to me now, sonny
i’m a bankhead n-gg-, but the east ride for me
you violate when you see me, get a demonstration in 3d
my motivation hit different states
and that ten piece is like hot wings, n-gg-
keep it real, you not me, n-gg-
if it wasn’t for jail would have shot e, n-gg-
if they disrespectin’ on top we kill ‘em
i’mma watch that, duck like like dark wing n-gg-
still on trap when you see me
with my burner tucked in my monster truck
the money you get like grown up
and n-gg-, you ain’t even thinkin’ rich, i’m enough
with a matchin’ chain, my formula
get cocaine and buy everything, like yeah

[verse]
never will i be the one
who ever go broke or won’t carry a gun
play me for no joke, n-gg-, i’m not the one
f-ck that sh-t that you done, we riding till dawn
run up to him and do him, make sure that he done
new ak with a scope in case he may run
i bet he not far, on top of my car
if i got my tripod i won’t have to try hard to kill him
yo hooker betta pay me or you out through dealin’
them n-gg-s whippin’ with you and the broad you drillin’
when it come to bankroll we the molo n-gg-
okay, i got something for you, n-gg-
i’mma cap me a case (i’m so ratchet)
get the f-ck out my face (i’m so ratchet)
got bad b-tches in mad cities
we hit the stage and throw 40 at it
i stay on gold, n-gg-, know me
i green light a whole n-gg- slit lowkey
my att-tude does scare with some goatee
i do a drive-by listening to doe b
my n-b bro, no remote
i’m up there, stuck there, i rolled it for him
from the coast of mona to the coast of ole
betta know that

- t i

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