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waka flocka flame - turnt lyrics

[hook:]
this motherf-cker turnt [x8]
throwin’ racks, clap that -ss [x3]
this motherf-cker turnt
this motherf-cker turnt
throwin’ racks, clap that -ss [x3]
this motherf-cker, motherf-cker, motherf-cker turnt

[verse 1:]
you talking money i got that
his new b-tch my old hoe
they sending boxes don’t buy clothes
got a diamond grill can’t do go
when i pop sh-t it’s a drum roll
extendo n-gg-s case closed
-ssist the bullet like rando
seize the 4000 for the rollie h-llo
bad b-tch for every state to go
bend down a n-gg- at the corner store
that cold cullin he one of those
everywhere i go crowd follow me
turnt up young black n-gg-
flex doe’ with a strap n-gg-
go stud got a big lean
and my chain cost bout 40
and them bad b-tches can’t do nothin’
need 8 of those, roscoe
my rollies, smoking barmaley
bad b-tches they notice me,
front row no note blip
paparazzi gon’ follow me
and where i go supposed to be

[verse 2:]
do8 with bo8, bsm here’s so we ok
don’t be on bs might be off tracks
then i dip like i be on skates
just be on chisha don’t be on dates
throw out racks like i throw out change
blow our backs you might know our dames
they don’t know y’all tracks they just know y’all lame
work, let me do my thing
couldn’t tie my shoe couldn’t do my strings
n-gg- please you cold, blew out flame
and cool in booth blew our thang
drizz out f-ck a doe
long get the badge on scrat the boe
blew on so much my lungs are due
i know how could they rap like i’m number 2
boo warrup brick squad
that was so word but i gets off
sick boss bought big cars
bought a whole b-mp
n-gg- pimp hard
don’t pitch stroe it’s like lambo though
tight riss glow when it gets done
catch your lady off while your lady flock
and i cut hoe like a tip jar

[verse 3:]
i just went and got me a new car
going low with my new house
going low with my new chick
that i just hit ’em my new couch
then flock calls like yo dawg
it’s about time we put the part 2 out
i ain’t even spend that ol’ money
i was actually thinking about cooling out
i went straight thousand marcesia
you would think i’m bob
i got bombay and lemonade
i’m my vip like i’m til
fan hoes are fast gopping
this cast lock can i see id
she saw me her nipple turnt
it appeared at all her t-t
will that work for me? well certainly
i make it rain she work for me
i made your pay she worship me
she say my name then she cursing me
i get no hands in this slow jam
it’s like 4 benz in that fellow pic
she gotta be f-cking with a real n-gg-
she know every time i come around she’s here with me

- waka flocka flame lyrics

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