Future – Turn On Me (Hndrxx Album)

Freeband Gang
I seen a so-called good girl turn on me
I smoke this dope to burn, burn, burn on it
I gave her new waves and I watched her turn on me
Yeah

With this dope in my system, I know you gon’ turn on me
With this dope in my system, I know you gon’ turn on me
I been away too much, I know you gon’ turn on me
We smoked so much, the ashes startin’ to burn on me
I smoked so much, the ashes startin’ to burn on me
I told you from the start you was gon’ turn on me
I seen so-called good girls turn on me
I seen a so-called good girl turn on me

I smoke this dope to burn, burn, burn on it
I hit her once and then she tried to shine on me
I passed it off like a blunt to the homies
I passed it off like a blunt to the homies
We up the boulevard, it’s way too real
They took away Morris Brown, shit was way too real
Grew up three minutes from downtown, shit get way too real
I got them Texas boppers on call, shit get way too trill
I got your ex tryna call, shit gettin’ way too real
You know I’m with the shits, shit get way too real

Cartier frames on me, know I got them things on me
Panamera brain on me, you know I’m switchin’ lanes in it
After I give you this game, you should never let a lame hit it
After I give you this game, you should never let a lame hit it
I’m the one, put all the rings on you
I’m the one took all the blame for you
I had to look at this lame happy
Try to figure out then why I ain’t happy
I’m a give you everything I ain’t crabby
Give you everything you want, shit, I ain’t crabby
Never hit a nigga that’s lame, trappin’
You turn on data, that’s Lenny Kravitz
Hit that shit, now your name droppin’
Now I hit that shit, that’s your name droppin’
Come over later, I mash in it
I lay her with it, I crashed in it
Lay in your bed, get grass in it
Let’s smoke this blunt got ashes in it
Lookin’ at a young rich nigga like
Damn you mothafuckin’ ho, lil’ nasty nigga

With this dope in my system, I know you gon’ turn on me
With this dope in my system, I know you gon’ turn on me
I been away too much, I know you gon’ turn on me
We smoked so much, the ashes startin’ to burn on me
I smoked so much, the ashes startin’ to burn on me
I told you from the start you was gon’ turn on me
I seen so-called good girls turn on me
I seen a so-called good girl turn on me

Nowadays I deal with lawsuits
You tellin’ me that’s what it came to
Look in your panties and bras, aww
That how I know, I remember you
After I hit it and splashed in it
You should never ever ever let a square get it
I’m the one put all the flames on you
I had you, tatted my name on you
You know them streets, they was callin’ me back
They ain’t gonna front like they ain’t want ya
Money over bitches, that’s the first lesson
That’s money over bitches, that’s the first lesson
Sleepin’ on me, that’s no flexin’
Had you whippin’ up a foreign, that’s no question
Had you whippin’ up a foreign, that’s no question
I’m the one, give all this game to you
Had wheat Timbs on when I came to you
I don’t want play with this lame business
I curl up in it and came in it
I gotta play with these cards given
I ain’t never gonna have my heart in it
I got a gift and I’m God given
That’s why I’m gon’ live like God’s livin’

With this dope in my system, I know you gon’ turn on me
With this dope in my system, I know you gon’ turn on me
I been away too much, I know you gon’ turn on me
We smoked so much, the ashes startin’ to burn on me
I smoked so much, the ashes startin’ to burn on me
I smoked so much, the ashes ’bout to fall on me
I seen so-called good girls turn on me
I seen a so-called good girl turn on me

I seen a so-called good girl turn on me
After I give you this game, you should never let a lame hit it

I can – Migos feat. Hoodrich Pablo Juan lyrics

Lyrics Migos – I can

I can, I can, I can
I will, I am gon count out them bands
I bought a brand new time piece
And it came with a bad b*tch pants
I bought a pyrex pot put it next to my wrist
And I look at it dance
Dasher, Rudolph, and Prancer
Percocet, molly, and xans (percy).

Tiptoeing on the gazebo
Pulling up ballin like zebo
I am conneted to kilos
Fifty gang members got Rico
Young nigga trapped by the peep-hole
Next to gang got your seat stole
You tried to pull up with that little bowl
My niggas pull up with that truckload
Backwards stouts, eggrolls
Ain’t having clout doing free shows
Everybody know she the cheap hoe
I’m on my bad tortitos
When I pull up it’s the Migos
Bleed til your girl keep her knees close
We shooting shots like freethrows
Money coming three ways like Cee Lo (three).

I can, I can, I can
I will, I am
Gon’ count out them bands
I bought a brand new time piece
And it came with a bad b*tch pants
I bought a pyrex pot put it next to my wrist and I look at it dance
Dasher, Rudolph, and Prancer
Percocet, molly, and xans (percy).

Codeine on top of my stand
Right there by the extra handgun
They told me I couldn’t, when I can
Drug transactions off a Samsung (brrt)
I beat the pot using both arms (beat it up)
I keep that drink when that drought come
Takeoff from Cuba, it’s a mile run (12)
Act in my pimp cup feel like Don Juan
Never forget where you came from (no!)
Preach to these niggas like Farrakhan (preach)
I teach you lil niggas like Daniel Son
Then blow up the spot like Saddam (Hussein)
I’m at the top of the renaissance
I f*ck her face til it’s numb (ayyy)
Hundred round drum
I’m in the slums, grippin’ some, no Grey Poupon
Uhhhh.

I can, I can, I can, I will, I am
Gon’ count out them bands
I bought a brand new time piece
And it came with a bad b*tch pants (woo)
I bought a pyrex pot put it next to my wrist
And I look at it dance (skrt)
Dasher, Rudolph, and Prancer
Percocet, molly, and xans (percy).

Call up Migos, work the work like the Mexicans
Similar to the OG, I’m a veteran
Breakdown the backwood fill up with cannabis
I’m on the molly, percocet, and xanax
Shoot with the chopper, might hit your granddad
We the wave, you tryna’ ride the bandwagon
We young rich and we been havin’
Long hair don’t care like I’m Lenny Kravitz
Real niggas only you pussy faggots
Bought a new chain, call it 20 Savage
Bricks now, used to serve crack addicts
Been with Mariah, no Nick Cannon
My young nigga wild’n out with the cannon
Still flex on my ex b*tch she can’t stand it
20 bags from LA, they just landed
Graduated from trap school, did outstanding
Walk in the strip club like the marching band
Four rings on me
Nigga I might not shake your hand (young rich nigga)
Mexicans strapped like a Taliban
I can hear the snake on my neck rattling
All this water like a nigga was paddling
Hi-tech and Actavis mix up the medicine
Perc and the lean I bet you feel better then
Eatin’ at Cheetahs, I guess I’m a gentleman
I want the plug I don’t talk to the middleman
Geeked the whole trap up, I need me some Ritalin
Nigga my best friend name is Benjamin
Three b*tches, salt pepper and the cinnamon
Still f*ck the law we be bendin’ them
No more catchin’ bags now, we sendin’ them
Old school dirty bird, Brian Finneran
Used to want a bag now I got ten of them.

I can, I can, I can
I will, I am
Gon’ count out them bands
I bought a brand new time piece
And it came with a bad b*tch pants
I bought a pyrex pot put it next to my wrist
And I look at it dance
Dasher, Rudolph, and Prancer
Percocet, molly, and xans (percyyy).
Migos lyrics
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