Search results for 'turf out' Page #143

The Day the World Ended

Ray Luv

A Prince in Exile

[ VERSE 1: Ray Luv ]
Where was you at the day the world ended, was you free?
Out feelin good and livin splendid, or on your knees?
Or was you with

I Need an Eighth

Miami

Collection of Dope

need an eighth of sticky gooey
And when I get this eighth I'm blowin' with the Louie
Help me out

Seven a.m. in the mornin' and the monkey's at my

Uh, yeah, uh, I pledge allegiance
Stick a needle in my eye
'til I stop breathing
We ain't seeing eye to eye, bitch
We out beefing
I'm a god, come

seen, drop two-fifty
Nigga cruise with me, I move fast now
I spit rapid fire past the cloud
Blast em out, massive style
Beware of the space shuttle

me, wanna search me
Push out with crash, cuh' you mad? Certi'
Put him in the back of the van, Percy
Throwback, yo, I been gang from early
You turned

And when it rains, it rains
Orange juice and pink lemonade
Is out for a week, she brings her A-game
Is it any wonder why I been feeling so fucked

nigga can't be playin' with a hoe
Got 'em stressed out
They know I'm the best out
Like it's self check out
Went and got the bag on my own

Heard all

Do Better

Big Scoob

H.O.G.

2016

turf talk
They was comin' for me, couldn't stand that
The two spots upstairs, I ran that
Had foots in [?], they sent us helpers
We movin' metals

taper
Surf with a little turf in it
When I eat at Capеrs
Thinking that he lit? Fuck around
Knock his lights out
Thinking I'm the shit? Nah, bitch
That's

a string or a hi hat left
Burp out a deep bass
Pick my teeth with a treble clef

My name's Jamie Adenuga, you
Can't pronounce it, i don't know how
Cause it's

'Sace streets
Gamblin' with the old heads
Shooting dice for weeks
Shout out to PFK 'cause I play for keeps
Play with Street
Twelve niggas shootin' out two

words 100, problems 99.


Killing all the worst, coming from the turf.


Know who said it first, go ahead and tell ‘em. 


I ain’t ever ran, this what

of the purp
And for the right price, come around to the turf
We don't keep tucked outside with the work
I strap it on a bitch make her fly with the work
Ya boy

The amount of man we foldin' no lie 
Sometimes I feel nothing to live for 
I seen my days in a shoot out with 5.O 
Ah yo we sick  

Chorus

Verse 3

We were

Roll real slow through the cut like a surgeon
Turf chick, smurf it, give you work quick
Get caught sippin', get sick is it worth it?
Hell nah, but

It's funny how a label would solve all my problems
Turf lined trees for the time of the day
Wintertime blues don't you worry bout the blossom
When

the mike and work
Black out like the curse
Only I, can shit on my turf
Warrant for the search
Rip it up, yeah the jig is up
But ima do my dirt give a fuck
If

somebody, yeah I run my turf
I said that the dirts just dirt
If the grass look greener, well then better your earth
Sayin' that her new man works
But she's

Coz they took care of me like a Bonsai, loved me like a Juniper,
 Now poetry's my only turf, where I re-birthed myself,
In the End/ to be great, Legs

BAPE hoodie
Straight out Loose Cannon
Comfy than a bitch in BOA
I'm in my Goose scamming
Crab legs, shrimp, and some steak
I don't do salmon flyer than

heels and
I slide out like Jackson
Shawty just liking my vibe and the way that I'm saying her name
I talk when I'm tapping it
Money keep running I'm

you'll be sizzlin'
I'm in the road hoggin' lanes, no blinker
Coke up on my sneakers, stompin' what I'm sniffin'
Steppin' on a youngin home turf, I want

i am whole birthed my soul from the moment my soles hit dirt through the earth ive grown many turfs I’ve known but where ever you surface is home/

girl you good in my eyes
Want you comfortable in yo skin
Comfortable in yo size
It's Nyze
Know you heard
I'm just a rapper tryna make it out the burg
Hey