Lyrics:
don't you turn around
I've been looking for you guess I finally found
I've been riding in town
I've been rhyming around
Ima make you my queen
Cuz you be
around for the go down
Hip-hop classic bound as I clown, house to town
And have it my way, jewlery parvay
Mack 10 got your hottie hot
snaps
If you run up on me I might get yo ass gone
You'll fucc around get smoked by the end of this song
How that's yo hoe but I got that bitch in a thong
roll
But everything she turns around there's something else in her way
Mommy and daddy arguing
Starts to fuck wit her brain
But no
She shakes it off
Puts
Its not
ay ay ay ay
turn the lights down a little bit
turn my mic up a lil bit
yall ready yall ready
here i stand a grown ass man
all by myself
Boom, bash, wake up, I set it off right.
Look around, and turn your wet dream to fright night.
You can call me R and B, homies, which stands for
record this pain, flip it, and turn it around
Fireball gave me the power to ignite
I love you ain't no mo room for spite
I'll find my rhythm, time
it is bring ya fine girlfriend
I'm a break her off too while she throat to the dude
Then we turn it around, we gon' both do you
Hoochie coochie,
Six 'n tha mornin' police at my do' *door knocking*
Fresh Nike's squeak across my bathroom flo'
Out my back window I made my escape
Didn't even
but I don’t play no hoe shit
Ooooh what you finna do wit me
Oooh shit turn around let me see
Ooooohwee I’ll act a whole nut
Like a dump truck beep beep
just her supplier
She still look around
Guess she closed up both her eyes yeah
Months gon turn to years
When she figure what is right here
We spent all
broken by this woman named Tammy
But hoes gon' be hoes, so I couldn't blame Tammy
Just talked to moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up,
Where im goin:
By Barvis
Hook:
Gotta always do
Whats best for me
Imma always stay down
Cant work a job
But I do lyft
Til dem new BINS
Come around
Don’t judge myself
Just on clout
Flow holy water
No drought
Just trap it
Out
You hurt but still
Watch yo mouth
A mixture boy
From down south
Identify
By
thinkin' 'bout shit I never had
Pass through the W.S. neighborhood
Knowin' I can do my best in Westwood
Cut off by a white BM, driven by a yuppie
He sticks
Aye, Bitch Gang!
Aye
Bitch
Uh
Uh
Fuck around wit' the dawggys pop out Benihana's in Prada then pop out on Bonneville
Want it get it I got it I'm
to break it down, I'ma fracture it
My mind is wanderin, I can't find it
But ten times outta ten, my mind on the money
Bandana around my head like I know
Pushed in the game at a young age
Feel me touch me as I turn the page
A little past ten, roughly about
eleven years old dropped in the good
to squeeze around me
around me, around me, around me
ain't goin nowhere
girl i'm here to stay
daddy's home
it's time to play
turn off all the phones
my
Un, deux, trois (uh ah, turn it up a little bit more)
Bang, bang, bang
Feathers, I'm plucking feathers
One by one, by one
No more skylarking,
Pushed in the game at a young age
Feel me touch me as I turn the page
A little past ten, roughly about
Eleven years old dropped in the good location
my mother
Or just your hoes
Ill tell your ass right now
Check your tone around me
You dont wanna get loud with me
Unless we talking by the pound
Put
thing you know she's on the flo'
Dancin, she wants some mo'
Her ex-boyfriend he'll never know
She's still sprung, can't tell her nuttin
She was young,
I built this shit me brick by brick
And I'll be damn if I let you tear it down just cause you don't like the way anotha nigga talk
Drive mutha fucka
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