NAV - Turks (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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NAV - Turks (en) Lyrics
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I'm a late bloomer, third
year on the scene
Twenty racks don't feel
like nothin' to me
Came from the streets, it
turned me to a beast
Invisible set, diamonds
huggin' my piece
Book me for a show, I
need eighty at least
I want the smoke, ain't
no keepin' the peace
Keep me a razor when I'm in the East
Open 'em up just like a surgery
Everything burnin' around me, I'm lit
Show a lil' attitude,
swap out the bitch
I spent two-fifty, don't
know where it went
My hood on my back, I gotta represent
Toronto, you useless,
you don't got a pole
Warm that boy up, he got
shot in the cold
Thirty rounds in the
clip, let it unload
I fuck the bitch I picked
right out of Vogue
Took twenty bitches on my first vacay
I ain't pickin' up, I'm
in Turks, lil' baby
Every other watch got
diamonds in the face
Pullin' out, ask to take
a taste, lil' baby
Pullin' out fifty racks,
walkin' out of Chase
If I drop dead, I'll
be hard to replace
Hardly get thirsty, got
water like a lake
My brother got locked, another
bond I gotta pay
Trappin' on the block,
I'd never serve a cop
I always kept a Glock, I ain't
'bout to see the grave
('Bout to see the grave)
Pull up, I'll make a quick stop (Yeah)
I shop one stop, I'm high for seven
days (High for seven days)
Who is that lil' nigga icy hoppin' out
a Wraith? (Hoppin' out a Wraith?)
Chopper get it choppin'
like a blade (Chop)
You ain't get no money but
you poppin' on your page
(Poppin' on your page)
Trust me, we could never be the
same (Never be the same)
You know I like the syrup, low
stress in Turks (Yeah)
I'm puttin' in work, I beat her
out the frame (Beat her out the
frame, Wheezy outta here)
She sweet, I was movin' off a Perc'
I bought her a Birk' and a birthday
cake (Birthday cake)
Line his ass up like a barber do
the fade (Barber do the fade)
Fed your ho crêpes and grapes
Cash stuffed away, this a billion
on the way (Billion on the way)
We just split a billi' with the gang
First time in Turks, had
a whole bunch of work
Had to bring two jets, had a
whole lot of babes (Yeah)
I first take a game-changin' verse
Swear the change gon' hurt, but
it really ain't a game (Yeah)
Shawty like to twerk, I
bring the rage (Yeah)
Really get to trippin' on the stage
Never ever let 'em see the man
unless they pay (Alright)
Niggas havin' beef, I hope they pray
Cactus Jack me up and
down, head to toe
Make sure the ones you with on go
Make sure the ones you with is with it
Make sure the ones you with, ah (Yeah)
She need a quick tan, come to
Turks with the G's (Yeah)
Work for that body, need
more than degrees
Fillin' her nose with some
shit I can ski with
Say this her first time,
it's hard to believe
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