Lyrics:
gone sing like that bitch Tina Turner
Choppa gone sing like that bitch Tina Turner
Two to six we out merchin and lurking
Tryna see if he that tough in
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
And he's still so delusional
Stooping low as burials at funerals
Fuck the fame, dropped an album
Dipped with the recoupables
My hoodie up, hide my
beatin' up the Ike like I was Tina Turner
We was loadin' up the Glock and fillin' up the hearses
Now I'm preachin' like it's Sunday, tryna teach
which song should be
Released as a single
From his sophomore album, Dreams
Worth More Than Money
Which he's scheduled to complete within the
Week because
by your side til my dying days
Ou te alofa ia te oe Tinā
Ou te alofa ia te oe Tinā yeah yeah
Ou te alofa ia te oe Tinā
Ou te alofa ia te oe Tinā
Momma
the burner
To Malcolm Jamal Warner
Hit the Jackie Joyner
Then popped Kermit around the corner
Rolling on a river
Bunch of Niggas and Tina Turner
Serving
forget those who already paved roads, like Tina Turner when she finished a show
Hop on a bus and she's ready to go, what's love got to do with getting what
Steady skyin suckers slipping
Slacking in the stupor
Best rapping, frisbee
Player of the world, baby
No Tina Turner
But he got insured legs
I'm
my Money find out my Soul Is Not a Comedian
Try to Touch my Family Do You Ike on Tina Turner Boy
Never Opened Your Eye so Your Eyes Is Not Revealing
Yes, he made the album of 2012
(Just ask him
He'll tell you) But that was just the
Second biggest moment of Frank Ocean's year
Here, while wearing
Money, fat nigga rip shit
Heard him on a clue? Tape, loved the way he kicked it
All of a sudden mad labels on his dick
But motherfucker who bit it but
don't get hit by the bolt of lightning
Striking you down 'cause you're fronting
A dead leader can't tax your mind
Therefore he's not a threat to your
Harold Melvin sample
I played it for Hip over the phone
He's like, "Oh, yo that shit is crazy
Jay might want it for this compilation album he doin'
me. Look around
Like "where'd she go"
Tina Turner
Give you a private show
Thina siTurn Up
Asipheth' ubthongo
I like him the best
The rest is so so
Lex
me that burner
I'll slap you like what? Slap you like who?
Slap you like what? Slap you like who?
Slap you like Ike Turner
Pull up on the strip,
to build
Relationships with amazing people, speak to
Amazing people call Elon Musk
Out of the blue, or call
Obama out of the blue…he
Calls the home phone, by
Shooters when you walk in, we got the heat by the door (Yeah)
You see what we on
He got a key on the stove
Send you a p to your home, a reef on your
who's gonna take
The L like they a learner boy?
I'm ready to Tina Turner boy
(I'm turning, I'm turning)
Someone send me the opps location
Cos I really
that nigga lil boat (Aha)
She wanna play wit my Timmy I turn her
That's why she keep calling my burner (Uh, huh)
Hit from the back I hear Tina Turner
If
my eyes barley open
Off these meds I been pourin' up this position
Tina Turner got that burner
Bitch, I'm rollin
Got that burner, bitch, it's out
You
need a backwood to burn up
It's a love thang
Tina Turner aye
Get it get it get it this a kingdom show
If you ain't about it then you gotta go
If you
friends like that I don't need enemies
It's so ill, pop no pills
Straight Henn' a toast to Pimp C , now on to fake friends
Tina best friend husband
don't make 'em like that no more
No, they just don't make 'em like they used to
When my mother was nineteen, she'd dance to Tina, Tina Turner
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