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abn - turnin heads lyrics

(chorus – pimp c + z-ro repeat 2x)
everytime we hit the parkin lot – we turn heads
every – everytime we hit the parkin lot – we turn heads
every – everytime we hit the parkin lot – we turn heads
some hoes wanna choose, but them b-tches too scary
everytime i hit the parkin lot i turn heads
i told j replace the swisha’s with hundreds to burn bread
on that other sh-t too much attention attract feds
like it was cool then parkin my lac by the sherm heads
hood figgas got these n-gg-s tryna swagga jack
they old school they could never get they swagga back
caliminio seats, steppin on the plastic mats
i gave the hood a heart attack, bangin some cl-ssic pat
who’s next to plex? b-tch i got that plastic mac
belts jumpin off the trunk, now watch me p-ss the rats
n-gg-s hatin on the truth i’m bout to p-ss it back
they prolly p-ssed i lit the torch and never p-ssed it back
i’m houston along, some people might say that i’m wrong
but i’m a -sshole – rules don’t apply in my zone
slugs might fly out the chrome, my gangsta too fly to be cloned
i ride by sayin f-ck you and continue to roam
(chorus – pimp c + z-ro)
uh i use to rock green converse and tan d-ckies
way befo ballin, not playin with hundreds and fifties
parkin lot pimpin from the p-ssenger side
my partna’s lookin good in they ride, so i had to get mine
24/7 i was on my grind
lookin forward to shinin and lookin lovely
lookin forward to n-gg-s hatin cause they b-tches wanna f-ck me
but ain’t n-body gon’touch me cause i’m a boss
f-ck around and send a wave thru a n-gg-s house
and it’ll wipe his whole family out
anyway, i’m on top of my game today
plus i’m on top of my page today
-sshole by nature, i’m real and the fake gon’fade away
fogori gl-sses sittin on my nose, the dodge is sittin on 84’s
and z-ro treats his clothes, better then his hoes
i wrap alligator skin around my toes
lamborghini doors, open up and close – my mouth, my neck, my wrist is froze
i’m doin this sh-t for robert earl davis and john hawkins
i’m the center of attention i got the whole city talkin
(chorus – pimp c + z-ro)
everytime i hit the parkin lot i turn heads
havin money even though the record label ain’t pay me my bread
i go get it and then come back with it cause i’m a street n-gg-
my people need to be fed, i’m a make sure all my people can eat n-gg-
and we ain’t f-ckin with wing dinners no mocause we feast n-gg-
with expensive taste that’s the name of the game, ain’t f-ckin with it if it come cheap n-gg-
i got out of jail on july 9th, spent the night in the hotel
the next day i was in a new house, big body in the driveway – b-tch i’m makin that mail
i told ’em the world’ll see me in a minute
i went and got my weight up and graduated from broke to callin shots like a leuitenant
now when i slide by people be lookin like who the f-ck is that?
jackers watchin but i’ll be the first to show ’em where they luck is at
it ain’t too wise to get to close to me
cause when it get gangsta, you’ll see me show you how it’s ‘ppose to be
i’m here to show my hustle when i get this bread
i don’t give ’em the blues
i give ’em a brace around they neck from the way that i’m turnin heads

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