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turn back - b-win lyrics

[intro: b*win & babyface ray]
opp pack in the air, got me coffing up
we don’t believe in drive byes, ’cause we walking up
ain’t too many like me, sh*t, i’m one and one
20 in my pocket, b*tches thinking that i got a gun
why you blowing up her phone? she just having fun
before a label heard of me, boy, i [?] run
n*ggas tryna [?] me up, n*gga, get you some
p*ss him off bad enough, i get you hit for nothing

[verse 1: b*win]
200 hours on [?], watch me turn up
a hundred rounds hit your home, watch it burn up
a hundred bands on ice, it’s gon’ be a cold summer
free [?] he a well known soul hunter
at bennihana with your b*tch, let off [?]
if it’s a tag on your head, then they going shopping
my dawg’ll slide down your block, like he play hockey
my [?] ’cause my chain rocky
hittas with me shoot for free, don’t gotta pay sh*t
and i let the money talk, don’t gotta say sh*t
put that chopper to his face, give him a face lift
next day, we poppin bottles [?]

[chorus: slimmy b]
all this hate up in these streets, where the love at?
rich and famous, but i still be where them thugs at
[?] deep up in these streets, igga, f*ck rap
and [?] run that
so many n*ggas dead and gone, i want my thugs back
big glock, see an opp, i’m a bust that
n*ggas tryna stop the funk, n*gga, f*ck that
anytime it’s bloodshed, you can’t turn back
n*gga
[verse 2: slimmy b]
only bosses at my table, you can’t sit with me
you ain’t my bro if you ain’t tryna get rich with me
in the d with b*win, i got them sticks with me
if you ain’t drop [?] you can’t sip with me
i f*ck [?] why you n*ggas f*cking ms. piggy?
let them guns out the house, i got them strips with me
ice out, never tucked, n*gga, come strip me
you n*ggas tryna stack 10, i just spent 50
i’m a walking chandelier, all these chains hanging
hit your crib with them chops, leave your place stanking
back to back in h*llcats, and we lane changing
riding with that draco, tryna leave a n*gga brains hanging
n*gga

[chorus: slimmy b]
all this hate up in these streets, where the love at?
rich and famous, but i still be where them thugs at
[?] deep up in these streets, igga, f*ck rap
and [?] run that
so many n*ggas dead and gone, i want my thugs back
big glock, see an opp, i’m a bust that
n*ggas tryna stop the funk, n*gga, f*ck that
anytime it’s bloodshed, you can’t turn back
n*gga
[verse 3: babyface ray]
you jump in the deep end, you can’t turn back
why you calling talking work? you don’t serve that
all they talking face was broke, where you heard that?
once i get the head and bust it down, i’m a curve that
this ain’t a [?]
[?] on god, word to kirk franklin
[?] a hundred plus, eating top ramen
when a hundred on a chop, you ain’t gotta aim it
leave a hundred on an opp, b*tch, i’m willt chaimberlan
i can’t take [?] my n*ggas young and dangerous
i’m tryna get the funds, n*gga, f*ck famous
f*ck the haters, you ain’t balling, b*tch, you maintaining

- b win lyrics

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