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turks - damedot & young will lyrics

[intro: damedot]
(welcome to the trenches, stay dangerous)
hey
hey, hey
yeah

[chorus: young will]
i want you, baby, your n*gga a ham
twistin’ my fingers, i’m five*letter fam
i got her bent over showin’ her yams
i’m in a drop*top coupe on the ‘gram
she make a move without usin’ her hands
she give me head without usin’ her hands
i just got ’em wacked by—
i just got ’em wacked by the nod of my head
that’s what he get for not usin’ his head
twenty*four hundred, that’s just for my pants
i hit her already, i’m wantin’ her friend
bustdown aps, presis, cuban link
diamond links, n*gga, you know how we playin’
b*tch, i just might fly you to turks
b*tch, i just might buy you a purse
b*tch, i should charge you for a verse, b*tch

[verse 1: young will]
you know that i’m puttin’ in work
i’m slidin’ in demon to church
put a f*ck n*gga right on a shirt
hey, then i go make me a verse
ice on my neck and my hands to sleaze
n*ggas get spinned tryna go ‘gainst the team
the shirt got no print, but the b*tch said “celine”
the money turn me out to a fiend
your b*tch on her hands and knees
i’m sellin’ p’s, ten of ’em gone in a week
can’t go for bargain, my price my fee
zaza hit like muhammad ali
this b*tch go from 0 to 60 in three
how many b*tches could i fit in a sleeve?
rick owens shirt and it’s made out of sheep
these hoes love a n*gga who spend, not cheap
[chorus: young will]
i want you, baby, your n*gga a ham
twistin’ my fingers, i’m five*letter fam
i got her bent over showin’ her yams
i’m in a drop*top coupe on the ‘gram
she make a move without usin’ her hands
she give me head without usin’ her hands
i just got ’em wacked by—
i just got ’em wacked by the nod of my head
that’s what he get for not usin’ his head
twenty*four hundred, that’s just for my pants
i hit her already, i’m wantin’ her friend
bustdown aps, presis, cuban link
diamond links, n*gga, you know how we playin’
b*tch, i just might fly you to turks
b*tch, i just might buy you a purse
b*tch, i should charge you for a verse, b*tch

[verse 2: damedot & young will]
yeah, i’m fresh like i’m goin’ to church
have you ever been to the turks?
bae, can i buy you a perc’?
hey, she fine, i’ma louis her purse
switch on the glocky is makin’ it squirt
they skip the sheep just to make me a shirt
maybach truck, i’m knowin’ they hurt
due plays, we pressin’ for a quart
how i’ma want you, your n*gga a fan
tattoo my body, i’m five*letter fam
i walk in the bank, they know who i am
bustdown rose gold ap, plain anniversary diamond links, you heard what he said
b*tch, i might just fly you to turks
b*tch, i might rain if you twerk
b*tch, you know i’m the greatest on earth (yeah, b*tch)
[chorus: young will]
i want you, baby, your n*gga a ham
twistin’ my fingers, i’m five*letter fam
i got her bent over showin’ her yams
i’m in a drop*top coupe on the ‘gram
she make a move without usin’ her hands
she give me head without usin’ her hands
i just got ’em wacked by—
i just got ’em wacked by the nod of my head
that’s what he get for not usin’ his head
twenty*four hundred, that’s just for my pants
i hit her already, i’m wantin’ her friend
bustdown aps, presis, cuban link
diamond links, n*gga, you know how we playin’
b*tch, i just might fly you to turks
b*tch, i just might buy you a purse
b*tch, i should charge you for a verse, b*tch

- damedot young will lyrics

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