paroles de chanson Turks and fake hoes - Austin Waters

I could do the most and she still won't love me
Born up in the burg got my hands on money
Make a lot of jokes but this life ain't funny
Glad I got my bloke with this shit get ugly
Yeah
Will you ride? will you die?
Will you ride for the ones that you love
Will you die for the ones that you love

I get high with a bitch then I dub (Her)
I get high with a bitch then I dub her
Oh bitch yeah I know that hurt
I burn a couple ounces of that go purp
Sling a couple pounds while im still at work
Catch me in the islands ima live in turks
Know I say i love you but the money is first
When I go and die put me in a gold hearse
Yeah
Shit wicked
These hoes wicked
Shit wicked
Man these hoes wicked

I could do the most and she still won't love me
Born up in the burg got my hands on money
Make a lot of jokes but this life ain't funny
Glad I got my bloke with this shit get ugly
Yeah
Will you ride? will you die?
Will you ride for the ones that you love
Will you die for the ones that you love

Lately I been heavy on the Pills
Life's really Ill body covered up in chills
Presidential like Clinton, Sticking to the bills
Middle fingers to my haters
Fuck how they feel
Taxing for the work I ain't dishing out now deals
NO promethazine but my pockets real lean
Paper all around me fetti bussin out my jeans
Tryna live good but my journey getting mean
So I bust the wood down, and feel it up wit green
Manifesting dreams grippin on the finer things
Got my bitch Nina wit me and she love to sing
Ima let her blow if a nigga intervene
Wit my bag put a tag on a niggas ass
Clear the scene hop in the ride, and do the dash
Living fast, have you praying that you never crash
Gotta stay locked in, Glued to the task
Boston George have my rooms loaded up with cash

Gotta stay locked in glued to the task
Boston George have my rooms loaded up with cash (Yea)
Loaded up wit cash 35ive