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the straw. Turkey in the hay. Turkey in the straw. Turkey in the hay. Roll’em up and twist em up a high tuckahoe. And play a little tune called turkey in
Smart asses, what's average Who's avoiding all charges with a flat wrist Clap, clap Pay your taxes Fly out to Tuckahoe, on some Maude shit Shoutout
not paid it keeps me humbled Made a plan to watch yours crumble Eeny, meeny, many hoes I came out of Tuckahoe In my pants a pirate cannon I learned how
ride in GS 3's out in Tuckahoe Old school and they Japanese, I fell in love with those Old school and they Japanese, I fell in love with those This my
In my dreams, next year Once you donate you can go Celebrate in Tuckahoe You'll feel cheery I'll feel cheery Tho' I don't really know that
represent the Bronx she was raised down in Tuckahoe Chill Cash you're doing too much C'mon you love it though Niggas comfortable with a hundred I need
represent the Bronx she was raised down in Tuckahoe Chill Cash you're doing too much C'mon you love it though N***** comfortable with a hundred I need
ain’t fuck her tho My Indian Bitch that tuck my packages she a Tuckahoe I don’t give a fuck about you knowing that I will out you hoping that you
fuck it tho Trapping out the storage unit show you how to tuck-a-hoe Got it out the mud, the swamp, the gutter though (real shit) We just shipped some
Tuckahoe Ass is big, the size of a buffalo Not to mention my fly hoe Chocolate thing, she live out in Wyoming She give me the work like Tybo But my pillow
Celebrate in Tuckahoe You'll feel cheery I'll feel cheery Tho' I don't really know that theory No bathrobe No Steuben glass No cappucino makers No pearls, no
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