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B-Lovee

TURNT

 

TURNT


[B Lovee:]
(Glo made that beat?)
Grrah
Grrah-grrah
Look
Fuck all the opps we gon'
First think its sweet, we gon' click at his hat
Fed's on our ass but we making it
Look

Fuck all the opps, spin the front and the back
If we catch a opp lacking, we click at his hat
Fed's on our ass but we making it tact'
I'm bussing, I'm geeking, I can not relax
You loving that thot, but we hit her in the trap
If he throw up OY then he meeting his death
I'ma tweak on a bitch if she dropping the set
Pour a deuce in a Faygo, I sip for the stress

If he moving wocky then I'm bound to react
Bullets beat on his chest and then come out his back
Who looking for me? They know where I'm at
He come through my way, put the beam on his chest
I be tryna trust, she keep lying to me
Bitches out here, they be dying to meet
Everywhere that I go, keep the iron on me
I'm too deep in this shit, niggas plotting on me
One in the head, heard he sliding on me
You get caught at the light then I'm flocking the V'
I see the opps, I ain't copping a plea
I got new opps I been dying to meet
If he up it on me then he dying with' me
No I ain't gon play, I'm gon' up it then flame
We smoking on bro, make him dance like he Dane
And he hit the floor, put some feets on his brain
But I don't need to be broke to go snatch me a chain
I don't need me a pill to go pour some', bang
BigDieY, we ain't jacking that Gang
If he scream RPT, then we letting it flame
We get money, we get tipsy
And get ugly, clips empty
So don't try to run 'cause I'm gon' get risky
We gon' run if he run, I'm gon' turn him to Ricky
Get the addy, we right at his doormat
First one come to the door, make 'em fall back
Young shooters, I swear that they on that
They get it done and they spinning the four pack

[Dougie B:]
Step in my shoes, that shit give you the chills
Got a mill' on my name, if he dead its a mill'
I ain't dissing no mo', let the son and me chill
Swisher Sweet, it been tweak, give a fuck how you feel
If he mention the dead, bet he flying with Dub'
I ain't speak on the dead cause I really got love
Oh they linked in the back? Then the feature a dub
(AAAAOOOO)
Now look
One false move then I blast in this bitch, like
One quick spin, then we clapped 'em quick
If you scream the wrong gang, we ain't having that shit
Gotta stay in one side, gotta die with that clique
And when I come around niggas laughing and shit
But when I'm not around they be chatting and shit
Never settle for nothing, gotta keep it buggy
If she try to line, I'ma die with the bitch
Grrah-grrah, bah-bah, bussing and shit
GBG, DOA up in this shit
Ain't no love in this bitch, give a fuck who you with'
Big EBK, give a fuck who you is

[B Lovee:]
Fuck all the opps, spin the front and the back
If we catch a opp lacking, we click at his hat
Fed's on our ass but we making it tact'
I'm bussing, I'm geeking, I can not relax
You loving that thot, but we hit her in the trap
If he throw up OY then he meeting his death
I'ma tweak on a bitch if she dropping the set
Pour a deuce in a Faygo, I sip for the stress

[Outro:]
Dropping a O, we keep it official
'Sup DieOY? We gon' keep an assist
Let's tweak on a bitch
That's BigDieOY, we gon keep all the shit

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