Turf Talk - Do The Robot Lyrics

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Pop lockin and robotin my tone tanked

Clean fitted my pockets and my pants sagged

Alcohol on my breath im feelin bossy

Spread that sucka repellebt get him up off me

Head over heels for screel

Gotta get money gotta stay fitted in my automobile

Fine chain and worse grill wit act deal

Dish talk like rain speel

Little bit of Remmy little bit of burgendale

I gon say my name too much aw what the hell

Turf talk dont unleash their secret

Where them ganstas at I aint got no one to beef with

Perkin' off incredible hulk

On top of my box doin the robot

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Lay the club phat if a nigga get crunk

Robotin poplock i figure aint in hold a stud

Mini shoots again the hood rats x symbol

Well ima keep it movin with the tvs in my door panel

Split off the block like an animal

Sick wit a belly 30 niggas got hells bro

Chorus

Slidin in my candy toys wit all my boys

The law say we drink too much but fuck the roys

Still makin noise they knowin we runnin the spot

Beefin wit the beddin its makin your hood hot

It dont stop we poplock n hit the scene

Double fisted talk and shit wit creased jeans

The whole team turn our backs and big hean

So clean we put em up sitten all gleam

We used to it we well known for showin up to show out

Bust back we turn it out

No doubt we keep waitin n there is a drought we run routes

And go deep like Dan Fouts

Dont pull it out till its all said and done

Poplockin robotin holdin my gun

Chorus

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