Turn Off Location Lyrics – Patrick Henry The Rapper
Singer: Patrick Henry The Rapper
Title: Turn Off Location
Turn off location (prod. lezter) by patrick henry
Beat “narnia” by lezter
Lyrics
I’m smoking on that chemdawg
sh#t taste like petrol
Pencil with a pistol
When i pray for my enemies
X2
Imma transcend till im dead while im young
Imma stay high mary jane in my lungs
Imma stay fly cuz i fly from above
Send my soul to heaven with the barrel of a gun
X2
Man i got it out the grove
Out the mud and off the stove
You know what i tote
Forty fives on twenty foes
X2
I keep all these os on me
When i get a rolex that b#tch froze on me
b#tch i keep a gun for those who told on me
I push white girl i’m a snow machine
I don’t make the same mistakes twice anymore
I used to kill the bottle, syrup got me on the floor
Every where i’ve ever been they treat me like a wh#re
You just like my family, you don’t love me anymore
X2
This is the life i dream
This is the dream i live
X2
All i know is flippin packs
I don’t even spend on food
Ain’t no way i’m gettin fat
I be steady making moves
X2
Young risk taker
Scared money never made none
Young rich #ss hole
Flavors, imma flame some
Got a lot of crumble
Concentrate on how i’m paid up
You be throwing shade
That’s that sh#t that f#ck the game up
I’m smoking on that chemdawg
sh#t taste like petrol
Pencil with a pistol
When i pray for my enemies
X2
Imma transcend till im dead while im young
Imma stay high mary jane in my lungs
Imma stay fly cuz i fly from above
Send my soul to heaven with the barrel of a gun
X2
Line em up and then gas chamber
Kobe bryant tha my f#ckin neighbor
f#ck the guvs up
f#ck the guvs up
X2
She think im a pack rat
Cuz she see the pack sack
When she saw my fat stacks
She said let me have that
X2
Every thing i worry bout
I ain’t gotta worry bout
I don’t pay to advertise
I just use the word of mouth
X2
Thought the sh#t was a miss
Turns out that sh#t was a missile
I’m pissed, shoulda bought six of the clips
Next time i pop up i’m bringing them bands like a stage in this b#tch throw a parade in this b#tch, f#ck it, i throw a grenade in this b#tch but there’s paint in it b#tch, #ss gas or grass i get paid in this b#tch, got a rv with thc plants that i raise in this b#tch, i was made for this sh#t, pop champagne in the vip, they get paid so they strip, b#tch i’m paid so i tip and she grateful she take it she racist as sh#t, she only like white boys with face tats and i’m so okay with that sh#t that she played with my dick till i came in that b#tch and i made her afraid till i told her i’m fixed like a game in this b#tch and she f#cked me way harder she came on my dick
We pushin these cars for real
I’m booking these shows, i started in bars for real
X2
I turn 2 to 5….
Tell me how the f#ck do you survive
X2
I’m smoking on that chemdawg
sh#t taste like petrol
Pencil with a pistol
When i pray for my enemies
X2
Imma transcend till im dead while im young
Imma stay high mary jane in my lungs
Imma stay fly cuz i fly from above
Send my soul to heaven with the barrel of a gun
X2
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