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turnaround - desto dubb lyrics

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[chorus: warhol.ss]
thank you fizzle
walking down trap with the fourty quickest turn around
we gone don’t do no tresspassing
n*gga we gone gun him down
draws in em titties, fifties and hundred rounds
kick down the door, head down better not make a sound
pressure in my wood that’s eight feet
real boss n*gga i don’t fake beef
playing with that money that’s a late fee
[?] take his spot he get the tape in

[verse 1: warhol.ss]
i don’t f*ck pale hoes they look pasty
its a thot beat it down no cake in it
in the kitchen cook it up with a apr*n
i don’t need swine so i f*ck with turkey bacon
i don’t roll the nut on, i don’t do the vapor
straight facts
walking like i’m diddy now, take that take that
n*ggas rappin’ for this gold
before they sign this eight track
tints so dark i ain’t seeing anything in this maybach
we ain’t coming in, big boss we on jets b*tch
lay a n*gga down, see its different how they take it
ace poppin is a big bottle on my meek sh*t
and i know you a broke n*gga on that cheap sh*t

[chorus: warhol.ss]
walking down trap with the fourty quickest turn around
we gone don’t do no tresspassing
n*gga we gone gun him down
draws in em titties, fifties and hundred rounds
kick down the door, head down better not make a sound
pressure in my wood that’s eight feet
real boss n*gga i don’t fake beef
playing with that money that’s a late fee
[?] take his spot he get the tape in

[verse 2: desto dubb]
these vv’s are shining real crazy
bless your momma but she still got a late fee
you bring the pints to the city that’s a state fee
i’m all about the dough like pastries
my fit is all army but my wrist is the navy
his girl got my hoodie on i know the n*gga hate me
i got four baby bottles and i ain’t got one baby
you worry about the roaches but the snakes really shady
they call me wise [?] , sell dope like jay z
i don’t play games so i know they can’t face me
raise in the sixies but was born in the eighties
your n*gga in a uber so he can’t even raise me

[chorus: warhol.ss]
walking down trap with the fourty quickest turn around
we gone don’t do no tresspassing
n*gga we gone gun him down
draws in em titties, fifties and hundred rounds
kick down the door, head down better not make a sound
pressure in my wood that’s eight feet
real boss n*gga i don’t fake beef
playing with that money that’s a late fee
[?] take his spot he get the tape in

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