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I told her that she can't fuck me like a king no more I told her she gotta make love to me like I'm an emperor An emperor Man, I done got money everywhere nigga, but particularly that Turnpike south It's really a blessing to a young nigga like Renzel Indictment on the way, got Sadow on the case When you get your first kilo, it should be on your face Nigga movin' like the Mob, hundred thousand Francs Dry land when you wanna be out on the lake (Swish) Determined to be one of the fortunate men Bitches come from everywhere, once the hustlin' commence I see you prayin', testifyin', forgotten the time Bottom line, your cars should get shot up like it were mine 20 round but the voodoo, let no harm be allowed My voodoo, they all know the spirits when I be aroused Made it to Star Island, started with a nickel rock Who thought a project nigga get to get a yacht? Two million dollars cash in the Range Rover Opa Locka airport, let's get the plane loaded I put it on the Turnpike Gold rims, whip wheel, blue bills, duckin' the termites I'ma let one of my bad bitches tell y'all how much paper I got Baby, what we living like? Twenty houses What else? Fifty cars SongtexteYeah, what that make you feel like? Priceless baby Uh, you live for me? Everyday You would die for me? Right now Uh, double MG Turnpike, real earner, Ted Turner (Me) Whip it in the kitchen, that boy was a fast learner Time to live it up, two million tucked in that new Bentley truck Ain't too many I can trust so shooters is a must I reminisce when it was hit or miss I was innocent until I hit a lick Seven figures on a nigga mama couch Don't want to hear nobody talkin' 'bout a drought (Boss) I'm chilling in a yacht in my Mitchell & Ness Stitches in my britches, 57S Swishers, you can smell 'em on the internet Ain't beefing with nobody 'cause I'm killin' that I toss the pistol on the car chase (Woo) Then walked into the church just like the boy Mase (Lord) I'm the man out in Barcelona (Boss) Got a couple of bad bitches out in California Real language, biggest Tell these niggas some more shit bae Baby, you're the biggest Uh, your fine ass The biggest boss, you're my boss baby How much money we gon' get? We gon' get all of it baby (Uh) We gon' take it all honey Turnpike Ike (Uh, ha) You're the biggest baby, you're the boss Go get a room right out of town, and I'm in Oprah's yacht I'm making move with all my rounds, you better call the cops Second weekend, I just had to go buy me a drop Slick remarks and I'm in county, yeah look at him shop Cold games, I gotta step out, I'm on 'em in furs Gil Green, the way I capture the moment with words City mine, I keep the killers to fill up a church Swear to God, a quarter kilo won't get you a verse Bring mine, stay on time, and that's where we resign Meanwhile, we'd be having such a meaningful time Spiritual nigga, baptized up in G5 With bad bitches who idol still with Nicki Minaj Rags to richest, now I move with beautiful women Newfound, new beginning, one day that I grew to be winning If you looking for me catch me on the Turnpike And when you see me, I'ma show you what this work like, nigga Fuck you think this is? Turnpike Ike nigga Isaac Hicks, rest in peace OG Big Mike, Michael Delancy Free Michael Delancy Kenneth Williams, long live Black Bo Carol City shit, nigga He a thoughtful nigga, boss They won't ever be a boss as big as you baby You're the biggest, the biggest boss You're the biggest, the biggest boss You the boss, you the boss Aus Songtexte Mania