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kenny turnup - 12 lyrics
[intro]
eyy, relax rekords man
we out here teddy blow, kenny turnup
i don’t really… i don’t know
i ain’t really got sh-t to say to these n-ggas you feel me
gang
[hook]
i’m all bout my cheese i can tell you a rat
he mail it, i flip it, i mail him some back
my dog in the cell went to jail for the gat
i feel like tom brady, cause twelve on my back
[verse 1: kenny turnup]
and i’m back in the building, i still got a pack on me
still got them racks on me, still got a strap on me
d-mn it the ops them be after me
the cops be har-ssing me running the city
i’m feeling like diddy & biggy & jah rule & 50
a model be with me, you get it i got it
we good and i’m getting my n-ggas up out of the hood d-mn
tell the truth you know i’m better then you and your crew
and i move like a veteran do
what you do and get pop like excedrin there is no settlement
i woke this morning to your girl and oj
she talking bout foreplay ,i’m counting my cold play
you don’t think we brazy girl act like you know j
she spanish like jose canseco i’m counting my paper like legos
i just took a flight to jamaica me and my grandma was looking at rainbows oh lord she a angel
i really ain’t worried about nothing
n-gga i ain’t worried bout nothing
pops hit my phone and said “d-mn that boy j really out here stunting”
me and teddy got [?] on lock, prolly somewhere chilling on a yacht
buck got -beep- in the sock, feeling like the old one rock
feeling like hov in this.. and i’m feeling like
i’m feeling like n-ggas won’t get it till they make me have to do it, please don’t make me prove it
i’m feeling like n-ggas won’t get it till they make me have to do it, please don’t make me prove it
[hook]
i’m all bout my cheese i can tell you a rat (i can tell you a rat)
he mail it, i flip it, i mail it right back (i mail it right back)
my dog in the cell went to jail for the gat (went to jail for the gat)
i feel like tom brady, cause twelve on my back (twelve on my back)
[bridge]
i’m all bout my cheese i can tell you a rat
$tash hit my jack said he just got a pack
so he mail it, i flip it, i mail it right back (i mail it right back)
my dog in the cell went to jail for the gat
relax or get murked, lauderdale on the map
and i feel like tom brady, cause twelve on my back (twelve on my back)
[verse 2: teddy blow]
teddy, teddy blow blow
laughing at you p-ssy n-ggas
kenny turnup on these n-ggas
i can tell you rat, cause you snitching for cheese
put four on your head, pull off in the vert
then i’m sipping on lean
your b-tch on my d-ck
but if that p-ssy loose then i p-ss to the team
if she don’t get money [?], whats the use of that b-tch on the scene
[?] that just taught me to pause and just think
cause i done seen [?] n-ggas, real n-ggas turn [?]
and i done seen black on black crimes
i’m asking moms what should i think
i still grab the glock and the work and put it to work on a [?]
i still got them pills on me, i still got the racks on me
my cousin [?], the devil is after me
your b-tch coming after me, my diamonds are blasphemy
[?] why the f-ck did they [?] i must be a [?]
[?]
like n-gga don’t try me, i’m praying to god please
like someone come sign me, before i catch a murder case
before they come sign me, like n-gga don’t try me
i pray they don’t do me like [?]
for k!lling these n-ggas without pen and pad, cause i know that it works
i know you a f-ck n-gga
i know why you snitching, he hang with some b-tch n-ggas
i know i won’t kick with ya, your b-tch wanna fl1ck with us
she probably get d-ck from us, she probably buy kush from us
my d-ck is a kush to her, she probably get hooked to us
she probably buy kush from us, my d-ck is a kush to her
relax get it hooked to us
[hook]
i’m all bout my cheese i can tell you a rat (i can tell you a rat)
he mail it, i flip it, i mail it right back (i mail it right back)
my dog in the cell went to jail for the gat (went to jail for the gat)
i feel like tom brady, cause twelve on my back (twelve on my back)
i’m all bout my cheese i can tell you a rat
stash hit my jack said he just got a pack
so he mail it, i flip it, i mail it right back (i mail it right back)
my dog in the cell went to jail for the gat
relax or get murked, lauderdale on the map
and i feel like tom brady, cause twelve on my back (twelve on my back)
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