Turn Around (feat. Fasholy)
Dun, dun, dun, dun
Turn around and bend over
Dun, dun, dun, dun
And let me watch that ass go
Dun, dun, dun, dun
Turn around and face me
Dun, dun, dun, dun
And let me feel them hips go
Dun, dun, dun, dun
Can't keep my hands off
Really wanna this party over so I can take her pants off
Yeah I probably stole her but hey she kicked her mans off
Tonight I'm a fold her but for now we'll just dance hard
My money grown up so honey better grow up
I'd be like a bee in her hive the way I'd be in her hind
I can see in her eyes only green on her mind
Killing me and my time, white tee splashed with wine
Just bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Wanna make it nasty, want it ever ever lasting
Take you to show the class day, save you for the last date
Save the best last wanna save you for my last plate
No cop, no stop finna make this vet roar
Off a molly pop, pop I'm tryna make you sweat more
It's already hot, hot I'm tryna make you wet more
Girl what man you got, got and girl what gang he step for?
She supposed to be ya homie tho?
You supposed to be her only tho
Then why the fuck this party showin' that I'm the one she moanin' for
Two sets of lips, two nets now I'm scoring four
Quarters turn to rounds, no refs we goin more than four
Dun, dun, dun, dun
Turn around and bend over
Dun, dun, dun, dun
And let me watch that ass go
Dun, dun, dun, dun
Turn around and face me
Dun, dun, dun, dun
And let me feel them hips go
Dun, dun, dun, dun
Can't keep my hands off
Really wanna this party over so I can take her pants off
Yeah I probably stole her but hey she kicked her mans off
Tonight I'm a fold her but for now we'll just dance hard
Two things, first turn this bitch up
Second if you got a fatty shake that shit up
I need it
Where the bottles, I'm tryna get drunk as fuck
My niggas brought some gas tryna cloud this hoe up
What you smoking, got some woods or a Dutch
Got the lighter with the string can't say it ain't clutch
Grab and flick tryna smoke this thing up
A shawty walk up, she said wait what's the rush
Like huh, girl is you dumb
She like nah but I wanna holler at you about something
She said you my nick cannon, I wanna wild out on something
I'm like oh shit, girl then just prove it
You first alarmed me but shit now I ain't snoozin'
She got two things that she movin'
Left cheek, right cheek bouncing and groovin
She said ah is you tryna make a movie
I know spot inside a spot that it's totally secluded
I'm like shit what's the move then
She grabbed my hand and started walkin'
Man you know what we doin'
She a designer bitch wearing Louie
I'm designer too is you gon' give me that Gucci
But first, it's two things that I need
I know you with me, do you got girls for the team
I know you all about me, but shit I'm all about my cream
Ha Fasholy
Dun, dun, dun, dun
Turn around and bend over
Dun, dun, dun, dun
And let me watch that ass go
Dun, dun, dun, dun
Turn around and face me
Dun, dun, dun, dun
And let me feel them hips go
Dun, dun, dun, dun
Can't keep my hands off
Really wanna this party over so I can take her pants off
Yeah I probably stole her but hey she kicked her mans off
Tonight I'm a fold her but for now we'll just dance hard
Turn around and bend over
Dun, dun, dun, dun
And let me watch that ass go
Dun, dun, dun, dun
Turn around and face me
Dun, dun, dun, dun
And let me feel them hips go
Dun, dun, dun, dun
Can't keep my hands off
Really wanna this party over so I can take her pants off
Yeah I probably stole her but hey she kicked her mans off
Tonight I'm a fold her but for now we'll just dance hard
My money grown up so honey better grow up
I'd be like a bee in her hive the way I'd be in her hind
I can see in her eyes only green on her mind
Killing me and my time, white tee splashed with wine
Just bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Wanna make it nasty, want it ever ever lasting
Take you to show the class day, save you for the last date
Save the best last wanna save you for my last plate
No cop, no stop finna make this vet roar
Off a molly pop, pop I'm tryna make you sweat more
It's already hot, hot I'm tryna make you wet more
Girl what man you got, got and girl what gang he step for?
She supposed to be ya homie tho?
You supposed to be her only tho
Then why the fuck this party showin' that I'm the one she moanin' for
Two sets of lips, two nets now I'm scoring four
Quarters turn to rounds, no refs we goin more than four
Dun, dun, dun, dun
Turn around and bend over
Dun, dun, dun, dun
And let me watch that ass go
Dun, dun, dun, dun
Turn around and face me
Dun, dun, dun, dun
And let me feel them hips go
Dun, dun, dun, dun
Can't keep my hands off
Really wanna this party over so I can take her pants off
Yeah I probably stole her but hey she kicked her mans off
Tonight I'm a fold her but for now we'll just dance hard
Two things, first turn this bitch up
Second if you got a fatty shake that shit up
I need it
Where the bottles, I'm tryna get drunk as fuck
My niggas brought some gas tryna cloud this hoe up
What you smoking, got some woods or a Dutch
Got the lighter with the string can't say it ain't clutch
Grab and flick tryna smoke this thing up
A shawty walk up, she said wait what's the rush
Like huh, girl is you dumb
She like nah but I wanna holler at you about something
She said you my nick cannon, I wanna wild out on something
I'm like oh shit, girl then just prove it
You first alarmed me but shit now I ain't snoozin'
She got two things that she movin'
Left cheek, right cheek bouncing and groovin
She said ah is you tryna make a movie
I know spot inside a spot that it's totally secluded
I'm like shit what's the move then
She grabbed my hand and started walkin'
Man you know what we doin'
She a designer bitch wearing Louie
I'm designer too is you gon' give me that Gucci
But first, it's two things that I need
I know you with me, do you got girls for the team
I know you all about me, but shit I'm all about my cream
Ha Fasholy
Dun, dun, dun, dun
Turn around and bend over
Dun, dun, dun, dun
And let me watch that ass go
Dun, dun, dun, dun
Turn around and face me
Dun, dun, dun, dun
And let me feel them hips go
Dun, dun, dun, dun
Can't keep my hands off
Really wanna this party over so I can take her pants off
Yeah I probably stole her but hey she kicked her mans off
Tonight I'm a fold her but for now we'll just dance hard
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Writer(s): Dylan Hauck
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