Gucci Mane - Turn Around lyrics

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S.y.s.

Savoire fair

You gotta love it!

Gucci mane laflare... (gucci gucci)

Bankrupt records...

This right here...

Versatile...

Savoire fair...

Turn around baby...

Let's do it...

Pimpin ain't easy...

I blow my nose with money

I keep snot on my knots

Drinkin louie 14; 150 a shot

Turn around for me baby; let me see what you got

And you can take them panties off but you can keep on yo top

Ugly boy from da block; 20 bottles to pop

Rolls gold everythang bitch hotter den hot

Drop top benzo in the parking lot

When I leave out da club da whole party stop

50 carats in da charm 15 on da watch

Prince cut pinky ring nigga give me my props

Bow down to the king gucci mane laflare

Extra ordinary player... you aynt gotta stare

If you feel it in yo bones get out cha chair

If you know dat you're fine shake ya derriere

Gucci mane in da house with da savoire fair

Gucci mane in da house with da savoire fair

Turn around baby girl; damn you cute

I aynt tryna come at you like a prostitute;

But you look like da type dat can dance for loot

And I'm just tryna really chill and have some dranks with you

Nice to meet ya baby!

I can't follow you around I'm a leader baby!

I'm the papa won't you be my mamasita baby?

Is it me talkin to you or da reefer baby?

Please believe me baby!

GUCCI! so fruity! hoes askin me; is dat da gucci?

I'll make a friday outta tuesday...

Youse a gucci girl; girl you aynt no groupie!

You can roll with me; come and roll with me...

Only dime piece's ride in my passenger seat

2 seat benze... you so sexy!

These hoodrat hoes don't impress me!

Let's go jet ski! fine? you best be!

Dats da only way you get a autograph from me!

You can come a take a... bubble bath with me...

But you gotta be... a dime piece; indeed!

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Turn arooooooooooooound turn aroooooooound

Adlibbing)

Turn around baby! turn around baby!

Turn around baby! turn around baby!

Now turn arooooound!

Damn lil mama! you so fine I could kiss yo momma!

... know you gotta man; but yo man aynt here!

And all dat ass... I SWEAR!

Turn around for Gucci Mane Laflare!

I aynt even hit it yet... but I'm really diggin it!

Know she from da hood; cause she had on a vicki dress...

I was super duper fresh!

Baby blue inset

Fruity apple drons think I bought em off the internet

Yea you got a man; but he ain't gucci mane!

And he can't spend a grand; pop you with da ruber band

Rolls gold watch with da rangs to match

Gotta bitch from da block; no strings attached!

If you scratch me baby; I'm a scratch you back!

Gotta big fat sack of da gangsta thrax.

Now turn around...

Hot lanta baby!

Live!

Turn arooooooooound!