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letra de turn into money - tlg deuce

[intro]
coach me, joey

[chorus: tlg deuce]
is you the club plug, or [?]
anything i touch turn into money
let a n-gga p-ss me off, grab the thumper
45 get to tearing up your stomach
f-ck a rap b-tch, get to messing up her funding
headshot fire, lil b-tch, i love you
what you gon’ do with the b-lls? she said juggle
what i spent on this ho, sh-t, nothing

[verse 1: tlg deuce]
walking a.t.m machine, pockets turning blue and pink
show a b-tch my cashapp, ho say she wanna link
i don’t want [?] b-tch, i wanna f-ck [?]
[?] b-tch, i’m tryna cut lean
my dawg bought a c.m.g., sh-t, i thought he saw gotti
he said no, not him, b-tch, was talking ’bout his chopstick
n-ggas turn p.o., watch his mans get dropped
how these n-ggas talk about me? they my fans, my opps
you ain’t got a red [?] sitting in the spot [?]
[?] got promoted to a [?] selling blocks [?]
stick on me like a [?] got stocked up
x a n-gga out, think he ’bout to pop up
duse in etendence, it’s a bl!ck on each side
tap a n-gga in my circle, where it’s on, we gon’ slide
[?] n-ggas always [?] my line
pull up to they crib, like i’m amazon prime
[chorus: tlg deuce]
is you the club plug, or [?]
anything i touch turn into money
let a n-gga p-ss me off, grab the thumper
45 get to tearing up your stomach
f-ck a rap b-tch, get to messing up her funding
headshot fire, lil b-tch, i love you
what you gon’ do with the b-lls? she said juggle
what i spent on this ho, sh-t, nothing

[verse 2: cash kidd]
eh
i woke up today, felt like slapping a rapper
she said let me suck you, stabbing my blatter
she put it in her hand, abra cadabra
b-tch, we keep [?] who next up [?]
[?] she catch it on camera
ducked off in a town house, playing chess with a hammer
if it’s up, you better keep your steal, they stepping with latters
b-tch
get it? they stepping with latters
buetter hold your steal
[?] legs crossed, closing deals
with a dub on you, like that n-gga on a show with [?]
blowed as h-ll, froze as well
i ain’t barbique him, but i threw stones on my grill
this your b-tch calling
she keeping asking for [?]
ok [?]
never knew i could make m’s off of sh-t talking
never knew i could make m’s off of [?]
[?] n-gga yard like [?]
i can’t wait to see that buster [?]
[?] in his face like a drill sergeant
[?] teach [?] fraud to everybody
your b-tch got her keys, gave me a spare copy
i got hoes everywhere, tryna blow me like air hockey
[chorus: tlg deuce]
is you the club plug, or [?]
anything i touch turn into money
let a n-gga p-ss me off, grab the thumper
45 get to tearing up your stomach
f-ck a rap b-tch, get to messing up her funding
headshot fire, lil b-tch, i love you
what you gon’ do with the b-lls? she said juggle
what i spent on this ho, sh-t, nothing

- tlg deuce

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