TYGA - Turbans Lyrics

Niggas work and work and make ya 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
Tryna pack the work! I'm just tryna pack it back to Africa
More steps than my passport, nigga back to work
Finna throw the hoodie on like a turban
Shit wasn't sweet when they left me deserted
And now I had a heart but ya broke it
And now I had feelings but ya hurt 'em
Now I'm turning up on everybody, ya, ya , ya , ya , ya , ya , and ya
Yeah, I'm turning up on everybody, god don't save 'em lemme do what I do

Finna 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 yo mess
Where the bitches at that's determined?
Where the bitches at that rap verses?
She gon' tap my name and that's cursive
I'mma kill the cat what's the verdict?
Matta fact I'm back in my turban, back in my snapback lemme serve 'em
Heard yo knee crack, I cook that perfect, yeah, cook that perfect
Yeah, I put that work in, Maybach gon' wrap those curtains
Yeah, yeah, got pile like Untwein, here go my vice where the verse is


(Bridge x4)
Finna throw the hoodie on like a turban


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