Tyga - Turbans Lyrics
[Hook]Niggas work and work and make you work to liveDon't work, if that don't work, straps of workThank god this rap shit work, my niggas chill rap the workMy niggas will go back and forthTryin' to pack the workI'm just tryin' to pack it back to AfricaMore steps than my passport, nigga back to workFynna throw the hoodie on like a turbanShit wasn't sweet when they left me desertedAnd now I had a heart but you broke itAnd now I had feelings but you hurt 'emNow I'm turnin' up on everybody, you, you, you, you, you, you, and youYeah, I'm turnin' up on everybody, god don't save 'em let me do what I do[Verse 1][Fynna throw the hoodie on like a turbanNiggas get nervous when they seem determinedAll black Suburban, boom, boom, boomCame through swervin', turban was HermesWhere the *****es at that's determined?Where the *****es at that rap verses?She gon' tap my name and that's cursiveI'ma kill the cat what's the verdict?Matter of fact I'm back in my turban, back in my snapback let me serve 'emHeard your knee crack, I cook that perfect, yeah, cook that perfectYeah, I put that work in, Maybach gon' wrap those curtainsYeah, yeah, got [?] like [?], here go my [?] verses[Hook]Niggas work and work and make you work to liveDon't work, if that don't work, straps of workThank god this rap shit work my niggas chill, rap the workMy niggas will go back and forthTryin' to pack the workI'm just tryin' to pack it back to AfricaMore steps than my passport, nigga back to workFynna throw the hoodie on like a turbanShit wasn't sweet when they left me desertedAnd now I had a heart but you broke itAnd now I had feelings but you hurt 'emNow I'm turnin' up on everybody, you, you, you, you, you, you, and youYeah, I'm turnin' up on everybody, god don't save 'em let me do what I doFynna throw the hoodie on like a turbanFynna throw the hoodie on like a turbanFynna throw the hoodie on like a turbanFynna throw the hoodie on like a turban[Hook]Niggas work and work and make you work to liveDon't work, if that don't work, straps of workThank god this rap shit work my niggas chill, rap the workMy niggas will go back and forthTryin' to pack the workI'm just tryin' to pack it back to AfricaMore steps than my passport, nigga back to workFynna throw the hoodie on like a turbanShit wasn't sweet when they left me desertedAnd now I had a heart but you broke itAnd now I had feelings but you hurt 'emNow I'm turnin' up on everybody, you, you, you, you, you, you, and youYeah, I'm turnin' up on everybody, god don't save 'em let me do what I do
