Turbans
(专辑: Fuk Wat They Talkin Bout - 2015)
Niggas work and work and make you work to live Don't work, if that don't work, straps of work Thank god this rap shit work, my niggas chill rap the
work My niggas will go back and forth Trying to pack the
work I'm just trying to pack it back to Africa More steps than my passport, nigga back to work Fynna throw the
hoodie on like a
turban Shit wasn't sweet when they left me deserted And now I
had a
heart but you broke it And now I
had feelings but you hurt 'em Now I'm turning up on everybody, you, you, you, you, you, you, and you Yeah, I'm turning up on everybody, god don't save 'em let me do what I
do Fynna throw the
hoodie on like a
turban Niggas get nervous when they seem determined All black Suburban, boom, boom, boom Came through swerving, turban was Hermes Where the
bitches at that's determined? Where the
bitches at that rap verses? She gon' tap my name and that's cursive I'ma kill the
cat what's the
verdict? Matter of fact I'm back in my turban, back in my snapback let me serve 'em Heard your knee crack, I
cook that perfect, yeah, cook that perfect Yeah, I
put that work in, Maybach gon' wrap those curtains Yeah, yeah, got [?] here go my [?] verses Niggas work and work and make you work to live Don't work, if that don't work, straps of work Thank god this rap shit work my niggas chill, rap the
work My niggas will go back and forth Trying to pack the
work I'm just trying to pack it back to Africa More steps than my passport, nigga back to work Fynna throw the
hoodie on like a
turban Shit wasn't sweet when they left me deserted And now I
had a
heart but you broke it And now I
had feelings but you hurt 'em Now I'm turning up on everybody, you, you, you, you, you, you, and you Yeah, I'm turning up on everybody, god don't save 'em let me do what I
do Fynna throw the
hoodie on like a
turban Fynna throw the
hoodie on like a
turban Fynna throw the
hoodie on like a
turban Fynna throw the
hoodie on like a
turban Niggas work and work and make you work to live Don't work, if that don't work, straps of work Thank god this rap shit work my niggas chill, rap the
work My niggas will go back and forth Trying to pack the
work I'm just trying to pack it back to Africa More steps than my passport, nigga back to work Fynna throw the
hoodie on like a
turban Shit wasn't sweet when they left me deserted And now I
had a
heart but you broke it And now I
had feelings but you hurt 'em Now I'm turning up on everybody, you, you, you, you, you, you, and you Yeah, I'm turning up on everybody, god don't save 'em let me do what I
do