High as f*ck
I Can't see
Strapped up in vip
Showed tha bitch how live
Na tha hoe don't wanna leave
Big racks on me
Big strap on me
If u try bro
Ima leave u
Say it's all on u
Lemme see
Yeeeah
I'm talkin shit
That these niggas don't know about
Came back n 4 hours
That's a turn around
He in dawg papers
He can't come around
Can't no nigga f*ck wit me
Bro cut that work up
He gave that girl a buck 50
I'm Hollywood
I make it hard to get in touch wit me
That stick on me
As it should
Bitch it's stuck wit me
I can't do shit right in front of u
U might record something
U can't come around n shop
Because u can't afford nothing
I jus ran thru a load
Jus cuz I got more comin
Made yo bm hit her knees
Like she seen tha lord coming
Store pumpin
Good crack got tha corner jumping
I'm n tha corner of tha city
U want smoke or something
Shorty said let's get there
I think she know something
Real nigga
Never fold
Never told nothing
Boy who gne let u
Shoot that lil 30 pack
Blew that shit I had stacked
Then I got back
Bro jus left from
Ot n brung 30. Back
We ain't rolllin no glue
I never heard of that
High as f*ck
I Can't see
Strapped up in vip
Showed tha bitch how live
Na tha hoe don't wanna leave
Big racks on me
Big strap on me
If u try bro
Ima leave u
Say it's all on u
Lemme see
Yeeeah
I'm talkin shit
That these niggas don't know about
Came back n 4 hours
That's a turn around
He in dawg papers
He can't come around
F*ck what u thank
Bitch I'm everything these niggas ain't
I'm ever down I'll really go in rob a bank
This pop really all drank
I could've drunk it straight
U tried to spin n got spent
Should've stayed n yo place
My nigga wood say u wanna make thou
And u ain't gotta do shit
Jus make a bank account
This was new to me
I'm use to goin outta town
Then my new plug was chase
I couldn't let em down
This shit easy
Won't let a nigga squeeze me
I like raf Simmons
U won't see me in no yeezys
House full of hoes in 10th grade
Would u believe me
House full of boes in 9th grade
Should've seen it
Nigga all I speak is facts
Ain't have see shit
He said he gone do what
Man he ain't mean it
High as f*ck
I Can't see
Strapped up in vip
Showed tha bitch how live
Na tha hoe don't wanna leave
Big racks on me
Big strap on me
If u try bro
Ima leave u
Say it's all on u
Lemme see
Yeeeah
I'm talkin shit
That these niggas don't know about
Came back n 4 hours
That's a turn around
He in dawg papers
He can't come around
215be - Turn Around Lyrics
215be - Turn Around Lyrics
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High as f*ck
I Can't see
Strapped up in vip
Showed tha bitch how live
Na tha hoe don't wanna leave
Big racks on me
Big strap on me
If u try bro
Ima leave u
Say it's all on u
Lemme see
Yeeeah
I'm talkin shit
That these niggas don't know about
Came back n 4 hours
That's a turn around
He in dawg papers
He can't come around
Can't no nigga f*ck wit me
Bro cut that work up
He gave that girl a buck 50
I'm Hollywood
I make it hard to get in touch wit me
That stick on me
As it should
Bitch it's stuck wit me
I can't do shit right in front of u
U might record something
U can't come around n shop
Because u can't afford nothing
I jus ran thru a load
Jus cuz I got more comin
Made yo bm hit her knees
Like she seen tha lord coming
Store pumpin
Good crack got tha corner jumping
I'm n tha corner of tha city
U want smoke or something
Shorty said let's get there
I think she know something
Real nigga
Never fold
Never told nothing
Boy who gne let u
Shoot that lil 30 pack
Blew that shit I had stacked
Then I got back
Bro jus left from
Ot n brung 30. Back
We ain't rolllin no glue
I never heard of that
High as f*ck
I Can't see
Strapped up in vip
Showed tha bitch how live
Na tha hoe don't wanna leave
Big racks on me
Big strap on me
If u try bro
Ima leave u
Say it's all on u
Lemme see
Yeeeah
I'm talkin shit
That these niggas don't know about
Came back n 4 hours
That's a turn around
He in dawg papers
He can't come around
F*ck what u thank
Bitch I'm everything these niggas ain't
I'm ever down I'll really go in rob a bank
This pop really all drank
I could've drunk it straight
U tried to spin n got spent
Should've stayed n yo place
My nigga wood say u wanna make thou
And u ain't gotta do shit
Jus make a bank account
This was new to me
I'm use to goin outta town
Then my new plug was chase
I couldn't let em down
This shit easy
Won't let a nigga squeeze me
I like raf Simmons
U won't see me in no yeezys
House full of hoes in 10th grade
Would u believe me
House full of boes in 9th grade
Should've seen it
Nigga all I speak is facts
Ain't have see shit
He said he gone do what
Man he ain't mean it
High as f*ck
I Can't see
Strapped up in vip
Showed tha bitch how live
Na tha hoe don't wanna leave
Big racks on me
Big strap on me
If u try bro
Ima leave u
Say it's all on u
Lemme see
Yeeeah
I'm talkin shit
That these niggas don't know about
Came back n 4 hours
That's a turn around
He in dawg papers
He can't come around
I Can't see
Strapped up in vip
Showed tha bitch how live
Na tha hoe don't wanna leave
Big racks on me
Big strap on me
If u try bro
Ima leave u
Say it's all on u
Lemme see
Yeeeah
I'm talkin shit
That these niggas don't know about
Came back n 4 hours
That's a turn around
He in dawg papers
He can't come around
Can't no nigga f*ck wit me
Bro cut that work up
He gave that girl a buck 50
I'm Hollywood
I make it hard to get in touch wit me
That stick on me
As it should
Bitch it's stuck wit me
I can't do shit right in front of u
U might record something
U can't come around n shop
Because u can't afford nothing
I jus ran thru a load
Jus cuz I got more comin
Made yo bm hit her knees
Like she seen tha lord coming
Store pumpin
Good crack got tha corner jumping
I'm n tha corner of tha city
U want smoke or something
Shorty said let's get there
I think she know something
Real nigga
Never fold
Never told nothing
Boy who gne let u
Shoot that lil 30 pack
Blew that shit I had stacked
Then I got back
Bro jus left from
Ot n brung 30. Back
We ain't rolllin no glue
I never heard of that
High as f*ck
I Can't see
Strapped up in vip
Showed tha bitch how live
Na tha hoe don't wanna leave
Big racks on me
Big strap on me
If u try bro
Ima leave u
Say it's all on u
Lemme see
Yeeeah
I'm talkin shit
That these niggas don't know about
Came back n 4 hours
That's a turn around
He in dawg papers
He can't come around
F*ck what u thank
Bitch I'm everything these niggas ain't
I'm ever down I'll really go in rob a bank
This pop really all drank
I could've drunk it straight
U tried to spin n got spent
Should've stayed n yo place
My nigga wood say u wanna make thou
And u ain't gotta do shit
Jus make a bank account
This was new to me
I'm use to goin outta town
Then my new plug was chase
I couldn't let em down
This shit easy
Won't let a nigga squeeze me
I like raf Simmons
U won't see me in no yeezys
House full of hoes in 10th grade
Would u believe me
House full of boes in 9th grade
Should've seen it
Nigga all I speak is facts
Ain't have see shit
He said he gone do what
Man he ain't mean it
High as f*ck
I Can't see
Strapped up in vip
Showed tha bitch how live
Na tha hoe don't wanna leave
Big racks on me
Big strap on me
If u try bro
Ima leave u
Say it's all on u
Lemme see
Yeeeah
I'm talkin shit
That these niggas don't know about
Came back n 4 hours
That's a turn around
He in dawg papers
He can't come around
Writer: Branford Marshall
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