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Zaytoven

Turkey Bag Shawty

 

Turkey Bag Shawty

(album: Keys To The Streets - 2021)


Come and get quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound aye
Turkey bag showed em haters smell it, hit your face
Get a quarter pound half a pound whole pound aye
Turkey bag showed em haters smell it, hit your face

Bro you not up on they ass I don't think they hearing me
I can't hang around no [?] that don't match my energy
You weren't here them long nights nigga fuck you thought it was
And I'm hotter than a pepper I'm gon step [?]
Picture me and bro 200 shots off in the car don't think it's sweet
Still got that finesse in me, I'll trick your ass right off your feet
We don't shoot in houses when I hit I wanna hear you
All my life I told myself that I don't think a nigga real
Coming where I'm from you gotta step cause they'll kill you
You gotta ride bout it (Aye)
You got to stay sly about it
Pull up in that SRT, what's that, that's a wide body
Bitch I'll make it out the trap before I sell my soul for profit
(Aye, Aye)
We flexing hard they want me to stop it huh
I got the hatters watching with binoculars
Soldier like to stunt, bitch ain't nothing stopping us
Bitch we want the ring don't give no fucks about being popular

Come and get quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound aye
Turkey bag showed em haters smell it, hit your face
Get a quarter pound half a pound whole pound aye
Turkey bag showed em haters smell it, hit your face

If you're not a 100 nigga stay the hell from around us
See your shooter you wont get him back
Nigga fuck your bounty
Hit her from the back, slam dunk she on the pole
Bitch I'm the ham and I'm balling cause I'm fucking supposed to
Pop your ass just like a perc, fresh up out the trap
Selling bags you know I go to work
And a nigga play with my name
How am we singing about giving it to her 7 different ways
No we can't see a drought
I got love for my amigos
Loyalty what we stand on
And we have emotion ain't nothing without our hands on
Flip the club over if you play, blood he paying 45
I started shopping said ok

Come and get quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound aye
Turkey bag showed em haters smell it, hit your face
Get a quarter pound half a pound whole pound aye
Turkey bag showed em haters smell it, hit your face

done

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