The Groupie Song Lyrics – Turf Talk
Singer: Turf Talk
Title: The Groupie Song
Turf, turf, you got me goin’, you got me goin’
Turf, you got me goin’, you got me goin’
Turf, you got me goin’, you got me goin’
Turf, you got me goin’, you got me goin’ so (let’s go)
Lived my whole life around gangstas (gangstas)
Don’t hang around nothin’ that ain’t like us (like us)
Twenty-fours make ’em put away the deuces (put that up)
My whole hood in the building looking ruthless (ha ha)
f#ck the county, f#ck the pen time
Got a vivid picture of life and the dollar sign (ching)
Tell myself every day “stay away from haters” (stay away from haters)
I don’t wear vans but i wear chuck taylors (i see you, n#gg#)
Hustle all day for your chain on layaway (chain on layaway)
They mad, can’t cash out like me (no)
Hustlе all week tryna pay your little car note (pay your little car notе)
I had to get three ’cause my girl ride spoiled (ha ha ha ha)
Hook it up, boy, don’t whine too much (whine too much)
Make sure my wrist here is all iced up (all iced up)
Like work dirty from the db gang (db gang)
S-i-c-k wid it, mayne
Turf, you really got me goin’
You got me so i don’t know what i’m doin’
Baby, you go — boy, you so fly
I want you with me from the morning, noon, and night, yeah
Turf, turf, ain’t a breakdancer
Show my #ss to the world, never pull my pants up
(they’re hatin’, hatin’, hatin’) ever since the first album
Make them stay from ’round ’cause they know i’ll slap the sh#t out ’em
My team (my team) is clean (is clean)
White tees and our red monkey jeans (monkey jeans)
Our stunnas got smaller, fendi lenses
Scroll on the light, “damn, turf, i know your lungs black
’cause you smoke all day, buy two, three packs”
(swishers, swishers) man, we call it purple
We don’t say nothin’, we just smoke it to the fingernails
(pimp, pimpin’) pimp in my own mind
All i know is “gimme,” i don’t pay a motherf#ckin’ dime (gimme that)
(turf, turf) yeah, been gone a minute
But i’m back to let you n#gg#s know nobody better than me
Turf, you really got me goin’
You got me so i don’t know what i’m doin’
Baby, you go — boy, you so fly
I want you with me from the morning, noon, and night, yeah
Turf, you got me goin’, you got me goin’
Turf, you got me goin’, you got me goin’
Turf, you got me goin’, you got me goin’
Turf, you got me goin’, you got me goin’ (last one, mayne)
All i wanna know is can i borrow your ho? (borrow your ho)
Quick as it come, quick as the f#ckin’ money go (it’s outta here)
Another mission, ’til i feel my money right (’til my money right)
n#gg#, i’m the dopest, i don’t share the spotlight (watch out)
Flirtin’, beggin’, all the above (all the above)
Hood life, wouldn’t leave it for my mama ’cause i love it
(spit it, spit it) spit it for the d-boys
Bloods, crips, gds and the vice lords
Family felons, pullin’ hella homicides
Even got some brown pride homies bangin’ northside (what’s up, n#gg#?)
All they really be about is reppin’ that hood (reppin’ that hood)
My paint f#cked up but my engine run good (engine run good)
Front them drugs, it cost to boss (cost to boss)
Ain’t nothin’ free in life, you gotta pay me to cough
I raised by the dickies, not polo gear
Man, it suck on top ’cause it’s boring here (boring here)
Turf, you really got me goin’
You got me so i don’t know what i’m doin’
Baby, you go — boy, you so fly
I want you with me from the morning, noon, and night, yeah
Turf
Turf
Turf
Turf
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