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phi phi phlow - don't turn around lyrics

[verse 1: t$]
call me mr. slap-happy sappy
fappin’ in the back seat
of an audi
sunny disposition
even when it’s cloudy
after s-x she screamin’ “wow-ee”
after s-x she screamin’ “wow-ee”
after s-x we go again
cause after s-x she screamin’ “wow-ee”
call me mr. pile-drivin’
iron-mannin in the sky and
f-ck with me? i wouldn’t try it
hate to see a grown man cryin’
in the bed, she’s not as shy and
in the bed, i’m a lion
flow so sick you’d think i’m dying
hand and d-ck size f-cking giant
now to change the f-cking flow
she take the d-ck and now she glow
about 9 inches, then it grows
the words i spit are f-cking cold
i’m guaranteed to be a f-cking legend
in my past life, i was probably lennon
if 5-0 come calling, i don’t answer questions
don’t mess with me man, it’s bad for digestion

[pre-hook: t$]
don’t turn around now, if you know what’s good for you
don’t suck my d-ck, if you don’t want to suck my crew
don’t throw no shade, you should throw your f-cking shoe
don’t try to rap, your sh-t sound like blue’s clues

[verse 2: saucetin]
don’t turn around
when – when do i rap?
yo
uh
don’t stand in the doorway
don’t celebrate half birthdays
don’t kick a man in the nuts
don’t try and fight an octopus
anywhere i am, it’s just another crime scene
mi llamo saucetin, i’m new to the rhyme scene
uh, poppin’ pills like it’s bubble wrap
po po comin’ round, so this my in-trouble rap
april right now, here come the dank maymays
i just had chipotle, so here come my stank may-day
i need your leche, so i milk you like a cattle
peepin’ through the crack, i see you p–pin’ side-saddle
yo jiggy-swiggy, slice up some sausoint
i’m feeling crusty, cut up some croissant
n-body move, it’s like madame tussauds
bust a bottle, i say “au revoir”

[hook x2]
don’t stand in the doorway
don’t celebrate half birthdays
don’t kick a man in the nuts
don’t try and fight an octopus
don’t stand in the doorway
don’t celebrate half birthdays
don’t kick a man in the nuts
don’t – don’t turn around

[verse 3: t$]
guess who’s f-cking back again?
it’s t$, right out of the trap again
enlightening b-tches with my f-cking rap again
and buying audi’s, just so i can fap again
call me mr. good-at-s-x no metaphor
call me mr. steal-yo-girl when i enter
she hit the floor
she feel the vibe
no, she not your girl no more
“yeah, i’ll call you back, for sure”
forget her by the time i reach the door
i wasn’t born to stay silent
never high, but i’m flying
top of the game and barely trying
no where to go but f-cking climbing
if i rap it, i preach it
i got your girl screamin’ jesus
tell your man to just leave us
you know i don’t work in three-ses
unless it’s your friend and then please-ses
they eat my d-ck like it’s reese’s
ok, i’m not sure that made sense
because, you know, she and i, well
i-i wasn’t gonna have s-x with her, her boyfriend but
dude – shut up
ok, ok, sorry. bye

[verse 4: saucetin]
alexa, set an alarm for 4:20
keep it 1200 cause you know i’m on that genny
you eat mike & ike? well i eat good & plenty
you got bean-boozled, why’d you eat so many?
in the studio, i’m in my element
cell phone buzzing, it’s from breath management
big boy, big step, stomp-like-an-elephant
b-tch wonder if i c-m fast? it’s irrelevant
k!llin’ it, break the ceiling with my d-ck
snapchat, take a pic
big d-ck, tickle it
chit-chat, f-ck that sh-t
kit-kat breaking it
f-ck your godd-mn hashtag
cause i’m tick-tack-toeing it
ding ding ding i bellow
b-tch you trippin’ if you think i’m just another fellow
a fat, jealous man, you’re a jiggling jello
i say hi, cause you’re burning up – h-llo

don’t turn around
don’t turn around
don’t turn around
don’t turn around

[verse 5: alexa]
is that 4:20 in the morning, or in the afternoon?

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