[Intro: Turk] [talking] [echo]
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Uh huh
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Young Turk nigga
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Don't know
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Uh huh
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It's like that nigga (c'mon)
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Uh huh
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C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
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C'mon, c'mon (uh huh)
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Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
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C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
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Look, look, look
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[Verse 1: Turk]
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I thought you was my number one bitch, but I was wrong
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I was trippin, I had to be stone for pones
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I'm out my mind thinkin you gon' just my time
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But when I, when I went up that road you gon' stop the cryin
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I heard that I caught five, but I gave it back
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When I touch down bitch, I'm gon' pay you back
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I'ma fuck all you friends, all you close of kin
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Go back to bein a straight pitch again
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Put that steering wheel in your back, ride you bitch
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And I could give a fuck if your cryin bitch
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I'ma give you somethin dirty, I'ma have the last laugh
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I put that on my life, I'ma have the last laugh
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Try to blues me but the tables turned
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And it stopped on me, bitch you gon' learn
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Played with a Hot Boy, you gon' burn baby burn
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Head don't smoke like we just hit shern
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[Chorus x4: Turk]
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Bitch you gon' have that dick look
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Gon' have that dick look
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Gon' have that dick look
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Gon' have that dick look
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[Verse 2: Bubba Sparxxx]
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Oh yeah, oh yeah
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Now this little dame, must of misplaced her brain
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Switchin up without the slightest little trace of shame
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Since Bubba K became, a heavily stated name
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She's thinkin my dang-a-lang, is a ride on the gravy train
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I certaintly ain't a lame, little Betty you misguided
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Cause it's rubels, not noodles that gets me excited
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Ain't never seen shit like it, a fisher done been dykin
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Since Clinton was the pres, now 'tendin she meant like it
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Now slut, you got somethin to tell me "oh wow, what?"
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You always loved Andy, cooled olie and mowwed up
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I'll oblige and give you a ride, but the only prize
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you receivin is what I'm squeezin out on your chalky thighs
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Oh these five dudes standin behind me, don't mind them
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But if it's fuckin we discussin, just know they gon' chime in
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But that shouldn't be an issue, you love me don't get shook
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Stupid whore that's what you get for givin that dick look (uh oh!)
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Turk]
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Bitch I'm home now and I'm back on my feet
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Back to the same Turk that I used to be
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You can get off my dick bitch, stop sweatin my balls
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Cause it wasn't all that when I was behind the wall
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Bitch now you want me behind ya, I don't want have none
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You did a dirty deed, bitch you played me sour
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You left me stranded like "Gilligan"
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To be honest with you bitch you was killin me
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But I'ma dog like "Blue's Clues"
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You did that bitch, well watch how I do you
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I'ma put you on cruise control
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Full speed bitch, you stanky ho
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It's a must that you feel my pain and hurt bitch
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Cause the name of my game is Eagle first bitch
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I'ma fool, you started and I'm gon' finish it
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Two can play at that game, but watch who win it bitch (bitch)
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[Chorus]
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[Outro: Turk] [talking]
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Look I don't know what's wrong with these hoes man
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Niggaz gon' get in their jokes and these hoes go south
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Like Casper, you know what I'm sayin?
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It's all gravy though
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These stupid ass hoes, just don't know
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Bitch talkin 'bout, she can't pay her bills
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Know what I'm sayin?
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And why she only fucked one but nigga
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It's all gravy bitch, don't have to send me no letters
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You heard me, I'ma Hot Boy
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Dat Look
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