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letra de turn around - gucci lando

verse:
see how it go when you turn around & make turn arounds
bad b-tches turn around, i make ‘em turn around
turn around & touch the floor b-tch we get money now
you used to walk right past me, got you running now
i’m hitting it & i’m laughing cuz it’s funny how
i’m ‘bout to make this b-tch dip soon as this nut come out
but i don’t really think she hip, she think we cuffing now
so i’m gon’ feed her to them dogs like she puppy chow
she love a n-gga grill, how it’s blinging n-gga
she told me bite up on her neck, it be freezing b-tches
h-ll naw i ain’t with it, no teasing b-tches
cuz if i can’t beat that up, ain’t no reason with it
she ain’t wanna let me hit it cuz you was her n-gga
but she still threw that mouth like i was her dentist
she told me get all i can get & that’s all she’ll give me
and that’s the type of b-tch you wifed, my n-gga you silly
grand block n-gga, ‘tween davison & oakman
40 on me so it’s poking, so don’t come ‘round here joking
it can be a closed case & we fasho’ can leave it open
think this sh-t a game, lil n-gga what you smoking
n-ggas saying this & that and think it’s sweet cuz i rap
but bro’ll hit you with that flash, & this kodak ain’t black
probably gon’ see me in a movie but just know i don’t act
40 with a pole, but i know he won’t clap
and if i see a b-tch i like, i pick her & keep it moving
seen her the other night & i hit her up in the [?]
see me with all this ice, she stuck n-gga she drooling
think she gone be my wife, she dumb n-gga she stupid
cuz uh, i got one of those & yeah i got a hunnid hoes
if you ain’t tryna f-ck jb & jizz, then what you coming for
if you ain’t tryna give ty that mouth, what you coming for
at least throw it back for ronnie blaze when he coming home
seen her across the room, know i ended up in her stomach though
i don’t really like her, she just something i be humping on
i shoot the store, you getting yo double clutching on
posting pictures with her, you with her after i’m f-cking on her
bought that b-tch a bag, my n-gga i ain’t spend nothing on her
f-cked her in a jag, she dome me & then i’m nutting on her
15 minutes of fame over, i don’t want nothing from her
throw the oop right off the gl-ss, twin gone punch it on her
bad b-tches with me, they a hunnid counting fifties
a glizzy in they t-tties & them pills in they kitty
we gon’ send it to the a, then we gon’ bring it to the city
b-tches screaming “aye!”, have my n-ggas go & get ‘em
you go o.t to vacay, i go to make it back
you was just doing bullsh-t, i go to bless a track
you gon’ be hotter than me? boy it’s whatever
but i doubt it’s gone happen like floyd & mcgregor

- gucci lando

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