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Raven
Turnabout
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When the leaves from the trees tell emotions
And his souls gon' tell you 'bout the motive
Made mistakes, bullets comin' real close
And them hoes turn to dust when I pack it like some postage
You gotta hear what you see, what you're told
You better run before I turn your body cold
And the bullets scrape his skull, now you're stuck down and alone
And you just another victim of the Turnabout's pole
Come around, make a statement
Put you in the pavemะตnt
Doin' what you can, you gotta make up for mistakin'
What once was a crow has evolvะตd into a raven
They ravin' about the silly words that I'm sayin'
I got triple of your motion, rub it down with lotion
Came a long way from takin' benny with the potion
Glock make 'em disappear, Hocus Pocus
Put your head down and get the money, buddy focus
I was a boy and then I turned old
Your body holds the maggots and the status is starting to grow mold
These long nights will make your ass fold
This chain ain't yellow, this is white gold
Standin' on your tip toes
Drugs in the cola, dumpin' out the soda
This a stick up baby, put your hands up and just hold em'
Angel on my shoulder, tellin' me to hold her
Leave em' sittin' in a ring of liquid like a coaster
ARP or toasters
Turn love to boast
Hoes comin' real close when I'm tryna run em' over
Turn into a dentist, takin' out your molars
And I'm takin' chains like I was runnin' goal posts
Turn em' into Utah when I shoot you in the shoulder
Bitch you think you funny, we can turn you to a floater
Tryna dodge the cat when we just juicin' off the motor
Got so fuckin' famous that they puttin' me on posters
Bad bitch debtin' no, she not a Christian
Step into apartment 200 Versace linen
Yeah, see you keep snitchin' and I'm fuckin' itchin'
Walk into Balenci' and cop shit right off your wishlist
Walk into Balenci', pockets feelin' heavy
I just got a call from Bladee, and I'm on vacation
Boiler room playin', we just owned the aux cord
Stupid molly bitches steady askin' for an encore
Money, sex, and drugs, it's the devil but you want more
Saks Fifth top floor, your main whore's chopped, boy
Got a revelation about how to make a crowd roar
Your bitch feelin' lonely, I'll buy the bitch a flower
Money, bands, power, hour after hour
From the green room, crowd dancin' gettin' louder
Your bitch love to cheat on your ass, you allow her
My bitch rockin' fur coats, lookin' like a Schnauzer
Presidential Rollie on my wrist go Eisenhower
Sexy ass bitch, trail of steam from the shower
The louder the powder
I'm talkin' bout them trichomes
Good gas, good money, I did it off the iPhone
Walk into the fuckin' bank, like what do I owe?
Nothin' bitch my debt is paid, yeah, I just collect more
Tryna get these bitches drunk, champagnes from the Bevmo
Lookin' at my AP Skelly super diamond bezels
(Gonerville)
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