Turks Lyrics

Bitch faded off this drank

Gas I smoke it stank

I'm Going waka flaka

Hard up in the paint

I Always watch my flank

FN don't shot blanks

Cashin to the bank

And My lil bitch a saint

Unless we in the bed

She give fantastic head

She Sucked a nigga soul

And Now I'm laying dead

But I Bounced right back to life

Still made her legs spread

She know I'm the damn goat

Nothing else needs to be said

Last name dreux up next

I don't even gotta explain

Do Y'all niggas want the sauce

Get off yo ass and don't complain

I Got tired of being broke

I Needed a scenery change

See That's the problem with niggas

Don't never put niggas on game

That's why I stay out the way

Me and my niggas on our own plane

Bitch We sliding down to the Turks

On them bitch jet skis we surf

Eating fine dine back up on the turf

Smoking gas we off this earth

Blue margarita look like a Smurf

With the waitress ima flirt

She had on a white tennis skirt

With a red low V cut shirt

Ate that lil bitch for dessert

Damn this shit easy light work

She asked me what's my name

I said bitch I'm LN Dreux

You ain't know me before

But hoe now you defly do

Bitch faded off this drank

Gas I smoke it stank

I'm Going waka flaka

Hard up in the paint

I Always watch my flank

FN don't shot blanks

Cashin to the bank

And My lil bitch a saint

Unless we in the bed

She give fantastic head

Sucked a nigga soul

And Now I'm laying dead

Bounced right back to life

Still made her legs spread

She know I'm the damn goat

Nothing else needs to be said