Yung Ro - Head Turner Lyrics

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[Yung Ro:]

Here I am the one and only, pimptastic with tenderonies

Got em regretting what they did, compared to how long they know me my homie

See you can't clone me, you only wanna cut she lonely

I fuck her tell her to phone me, then fuck em my number's phony

But if I tell her to turn her head, and I get a light turn up

I'm subject to might turn up, and flip into Ike Turner

I'm a head turner, big faces counting these heads turning

Now these boppers heads turning, smiling at me my head turning

Head burning chest burning, cause I'm feeling this X

Bitches looking for me in a Lac, but I'm still in a Lex

I'm still with the Flex, D. Black, B. Booker ain't late

We reminiscing and listening, to karaoke tapes

Life is great I thank the Lord, when I get out my bed

Even hoes who don't know me, curious could I turn so many heads

Like who is he Yung Ro, oh that dude that rhyme tight

And automatically they hooked, mesmerized by the limelight I'm a head

Turner baby

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[Hook x4]

[Sipp:]

I'm a head turner, because these hoes love the whip

My game's a overdose, and that's why hoes love the Sipp

And boy, I's a fly smooth talking goon sparking

These bops flock, when they see me in the Platoon parking

They see the car and think MJ, that's just the shoes talking

I'm on 23's, but look like the rims is moon walking

My car's a tomboy, bitch she wears skirts and shoes

But if you touch her, man I'ma have to hurt you dudes

Look how they stare and shit, this is what I gotta bare with

She kissing on me, damn girl you fucking up my velvet

But she's on this one man thang, but can't get one man brain

But she know that I can fuck, like a one man train

I know you going hard on me, want my dicks and air

But your job is done ma, now go fix your hair

This is for my thugs, who let they bumper drag down the break

You ain't got no candy on your car, that's a flag on the plate

[L. Dogg:]

Well I jump out the six grinning, hating niggaz can't stand it

I'm in a car that look like something, that came from a different planet

I got a jet, that gets me to L.A. in twelve minutes

And I'm young but got money, long as a rapist jail sentence

You can call me the hardest, the rap game land lord

Them boys rapping bout Jags, but driving '92 Fords

And I'm the head turning, y'all boys ain't messing with me

I'm getting Paid In Full, y'all making cents like 50

And I dare y'all to label me, as a commercial rapper

Piss my little ass off, and I bet you I hurt a rapper

Shotgun in the trunk, 22 under the seat

And Sprewells on the Benz, 22's under the Jeep

And I'm the rawest nigga rapping, on these underground tapes

I'm trying to handle more weight, and put candles on a cake

And I turn heads, with the big heads I earn

Just call me neck and shoulders, cause I'm the reason heads turn

[Hook x4]

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