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Lyrify.me

Bitch Im Platinum by Turf Talk Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2004

[Verse 1]
I'm not just a rapper, I'm an artist (I'm an artist)
An entertainer, and some believe I'm the hardest (I'm the hardest)
Head boppin' and weavin' off of the ace stoop (Ace stoop)
Jaws grittin' and grindin', I'm on the thizz, dude!
Cookin' and cuttin', thumpin' and dumpin', old one (Old one)
Figure eightin' and skatin', boo in the section (Boo in the section)
On point navigational system (System)
Big-bodied flat screen, PlayStation (PlayStation)
Whole town goin' mannish (Goin' mannish)
When that Turf Talk shit gon' drop? I got to have it (I got to have it)
It's finally here, y'all (Finally here, y'all)
Bob your head, middle finger in the air, y'all (In the air, y'all)
Clap your hands, y'all (Clap your hands, y'all)
If there nobody seldom, we bustin' heads dawg, (We bustin' heads, dawg)
Damn, I'm on the radio, dude
Better smoke, drinkin' vod' just like you!

[Chorus]
"Turf, you ain't goin' to the Billboards" (Billboards)
"You ain't on MTV Awards" (MTV Awards)
"You ain't on BET" (BET)
"That nigga broke, he ain't got no money" (Bitch, I'm platinum!)
"Turf, you ain't goin' to the Billboards" (Billboards)
"You ain't on MTV Awards" (MTV Awards)
"You ain't on BET" (BET)
"That nigga broke, he ain't got no money" (Bitch, I'm platinum!)
[Verse 2]
Almighty, unearthly, young Turfy
Can't fool with Turf Talk, he kinda crazy (Kinda crazy)
Get out your body, get drunk in the club (In the club)
I'ma be muggin' and bust bullets after a rub (After a rub)
Kinda gravy, can't stand me, but love my metaphors (Love my metaphors)
If I ain't smokin' weed, I'm hittin' the liquor sto' (Liquor sto')
And we ain't gon' turn these speakers down (Speakers down)
'Til they legalize weed, lemme blaze up a pound (Blaze up a pound)
Hit it off the intersection, sideshow in the town (Uh!)
I'm passin' up work, lemme turn it around (Turn it around)
Beat upside they head with the music (Music)
Prob'ly hated by your hater 'cause the hater broad choosin'
Turf Talk Capone (-pone)
U.S. Coast homeboy, nuthin' like home (Home)
Nuthin' like gold ones, nuthin' like bows (Bows)
Nuthin' like cut-off khakis and house shoes (Bitch!)

[Chorus]
"Turf, you ain't goin' to the Billboards" (Billboards)
"You ain't on MTV Awards" (MTV Awards)
"You ain't on BET" (BET)
"That nigga broke, he ain't got no money" (Bitch, I'm platinum!)
"Turf, you ain't goin' to the Billboards" (Billboards)
"You ain't on MTV Awards" (MTV Awards)
"You ain't on BET" (BET)
"That nigga broke, he ain't got no money" (Bitch, I'm platinum!)
[Verse 3]
Tell ya partna "Turf Talk's hits' hotter" (Hotter)
[?] Turf eases harder (Harder)
Ten of y'all, he throwed up, we goners (We goners)
[?] but yo' flows is garbage (Garbage)
Stop stealin' our slang and pay homage (Pay homage)
Stop ridin' the [?] and ridin' powders
Stop poppin' your church and take it back to ya collars
I ain't shit without my homeboys, pussy and dollars (Pussy and dollars)
Don't stop seam spit gasoline (Gasoline)
Gang recognize game, charge it to the Bim' (To the Bim')
Charge it to the microphone, charge it to the cream (To the cream)
Charge it to the white T-shirt through stark jeans (Stark jeans)
Charge it to the radio hopin' it's gon' knock (Knock)
Charge it to the fans (Fans)
Charge it to the block (Block)
Charge it to the guns (Guns)
Charge it to my bitch (Bitch)
Blame it on Cali (Cali)
Gangsta shit! (Shit!)

[Chorus]
"Turf, you ain't goin' to the Billboards" (Billboards)
"You ain't on MTV Awards" (MTV Awards)
"You ain't on BET" (BET)
"That nigga broke, he ain't got no money" (Bitch, I'm platinum!)
"Turf, you ain't goin' to the Billboards" (Billboards)
"You ain't on MTV Awards" (MTV Awards)
"You ain't on BET" (BET)
"That nigga broke, he ain't got no money" (Bitch, I'm platinum!)