TYGA - Turbans lyrics

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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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