Correction Lyrics Turnt b*tch by 42 Dugg

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Young n***a from the six house
Still put a b*t*h out, put the mic up
Had to put them bricks down, they don't like us
Twelve tens in my [?] never wife one

If she a turnt b*t*h (Yeah)
I'm a probably f**k her raw
She got a main n***a
I ain't tripping doggy soft
You brought cocaine with us
Heard them hoes like to do it
f**k her best friend right now
Make them hoes get into it

I blew a mil in seven months, thats on my son
Off white vapors just incase I gotta run
Probably won't, but if I do, RIP my n***a scoop
36 blue
Make the pros, spend it on juice
Wild n***a, bro don't let sh*t slide
Yeah b*t*h, we get big high
Short n***a, but I'm six five
I ain't going out like no 6ix9ine
Till I catch em dog, [?]
All them crazy girls, that sh*t flying, at your head
n***a we got white pipes
We got green pipes
We got fake act and red n***a
Can't be [?] pockets, told that b*t*h [?]
Got the whole city on lock, b*t*h from the west to the east
Bet not ask [?] don't come around if you ain't turnt
serve more j's than uncle Kurt
You unemployed b*t*h, I got work
From the third back to the first
Never close my eyes in traffic, only pray when I'm in church
Reach for mine, b*t*h get murked
I ain't talking [?]
In the city we wear buffs
Atlanta think them them wires in
sh*t your best best is T.A
Quick to brawl, they [?] we laughing
Free my dog he won't be H
Name the plate b*t*h, bet we ate
Did the track, just got the wraith
Make a b*t*h feel she in space
Really b*t*hes in the way

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