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Turbans Lyrics

[Hook]
n***** work and work and make you work to live
Don't work, if that don't work, straps of work
Thank god this rap s*** work, my n***** chill rap the work
My n***** will go back and forth
Tryin' to pack the work
I'm just tryin' to pack it back to Africa
More steps than my passport, n**** back to work
Fynna throw the hoodie on like a turban
s*** 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 turnin' up on everybody, you, you, you, you, you, you, and you
Yeah, I'm turnin' up on everybody, god don't save 'em let me do what I do

[Verse 1]
Fynna throw the hoodie on like a turban
n***** get nervous when they seem determined
All black Suburban, boom, boom, boom
Came through swervin', turban was [?]
Where the b****** at that's determined?
Where the b****** 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 [?] like [?], here go my [?] verses
[Hook]
n***** work and work and make you work to live
Don't work, if that don't work, straps of work
Thank god this rap s*** work my n***** chill, rap the work
My n***** will go back and forth
Tryin' to pack the work
I'm just tryin' to pack it back to Africa
More steps than my passport, n**** back to work
Fynna throw the hoodie on like a turban
s*** 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 turnin' up on everybody, you, you, you, you, you, you, and you
Yeah, I'm turnin' 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
[Hook]
n***** work and work and make you work to live
Don't work, if that don't work, straps of work
Thank god this rap s*** work my n***** chill, rap the work
My n***** will go back and forth
Tryin' to pack the work
I'm just tryin' to pack it back to Africa
More steps than my passport, n**** back to work
Fynna throw the hoodie on like a turban
s*** 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 turnin' up on everybody, you, you, you, you, you, you, and you
Yeah, I'm turnin' up on everybody, god don't save 'em let me do what I do
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