CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Tongpo
Turbo
Hahahaha
Ah, yeah, yeah
Doctor Baklava, motherf**ker
Uh, uh
Yeah, Queens sh*t (Hahahaha)
Hit the b***on on the ejection seat
'Cause I don't want no motherf**kers next to me
Seven-foot Sicilians dealin' ecstasy, make 'em do the pepper seed
And I'm your b*t*h's first selection when it comes to p*n*s
Have her squirting in the car while we listen to a T-Pain G-mix
Come down the spiral staircase like hair on Hasidics, hail Caesar
I don't know sh*t about jail either
Malе divas with frail features get takеn to a "Hell in a Cell" arena
Laid in the dirt, face gettin' placed on a shirt
Lift your little f**kin' body in the air
And send it straight through the earth (Hahahaha)
Take 'em to church
Man, I just copped the 911 Turbo
Only drive it twenty miles an hour though
With your b*t*h in a seat giving me fellatio
Hard bottom Crocodile scraping across the floor of the Bellagio
B*t*h thought I was Craig Biggio but I am not, ho
I am the number one vato that'll choke a motherf**ker out with Mr. Socko
A young DiCaprio also, with a more muscular torso (Hahahaha)
Uh, tell your fam I'll have to meet you at the crossroads
Uh, hit 'em with the crossbow
Like A.I. hit Jordan with the crossover
B*t*h, I'll take your lost soul
Yeah, you standing in an unsure pose
In the trendiest cloth, b*t*h, I put you in a Fendi casket
Fendi pillow matchin', look at him relaxin' (Look at him)
Seen an obituary picture and continue laughin' (Hahaha)
Machine, got mini-MAC when you see him in traffic (Uh-huh)
This ain't no cap, we really whack sh*t, boy, we really active (Brr)
Uh, used to have the dope money and the mattress, yeah ('Kay)
Now I beat up mics like Shaq and Penny, Magic (Talk to 'em)
Remember we ain't really had sh*t now I'm f**kin' a skinny actress
She like them Rihanna panties, I ordered her a Fenty package (Ha)
Truthfully, in school, I ain't pay attention in any cla**es
But still smarter than n***as with they masters (Woo)
Uh, if we spin it back, that'd be really tragic (Uh-huh)
I don't think them n***as fully grasp it (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I feel like Cuomo, I see t**ties, I'm like, "Let me grab it" (Come here)
Then I said I'm not a pervert, I'm just half Italian (Hahaha)
Ayy, why y'all laughin', n***a? (Hahahaha)
Look, bust the DWs down with emerald cuts
And turn a good girl into a nympho sl*t
Bimbo, f**k them n***as
We gon' slide, we gon' pull up, we gon' end your luck (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Puttin' an end to any n***a that extendo touch (Brr)
Machine (Brr)
Hahaha
Turbo, Turbo, Turbo, Turbo, Turbo
Hahahaha
Ah, yeah, yeah
Doctor Baklava, motherf**ker
Uh, uh
Yeah, Queens sh*t (Hahahaha)
Hit the b***on on the ejection seat
'Cause I don't want no motherf**kers next to me
Seven-foot Sicilians dealin' ecstasy, make 'em do the pepper seed
And I'm your b*t*h's first selection when it comes to p*n*s
Have her squirting in the car while we listen to a T-Pain G-mix
Come down the spiral staircase like hair on Hasidics, hail Caesar
I don't know sh*t about jail either
Malе divas with frail features get takеn to a "Hell in a Cell" arena
Laid in the dirt, face gettin' placed on a shirt
Lift your little f**kin' body in the air
And send it straight through the earth (Hahahaha)
Take 'em to church
Man, I just copped the 911 Turbo
Only drive it twenty miles an hour though
With your b*t*h in a seat giving me fellatio
Hard bottom Crocodile scraping across the floor of the Bellagio
B*t*h thought I was Craig Biggio but I am not, ho
I am the number one vato that'll choke a motherf**ker out with Mr. Socko
A young DiCaprio also, with a more muscular torso (Hahahaha)
Uh, tell your fam I'll have to meet you at the crossroads
Uh, hit 'em with the crossbow
Like A.I. hit Jordan with the crossover
B*t*h, I'll take your lost soul
Yeah, you standing in an unsure pose
In the trendiest cloth, b*t*h, I put you in a Fendi casket
Fendi pillow matchin', look at him relaxin' (Look at him)
Seen an obituary picture and continue laughin' (Hahaha)
Machine, got mini-MAC when you see him in traffic (Uh-huh)
This ain't no cap, we really whack sh*t, boy, we really active (Brr)
Uh, used to have the dope money and the mattress, yeah ('Kay)
Now I beat up mics like Shaq and Penny, Magic (Talk to 'em)
Remember we ain't really had sh*t now I'm f**kin' a skinny actress
She like them Rihanna panties, I ordered her a Fenty package (Ha)
Truthfully, in school, I ain't pay attention in any cla**es
But still smarter than n***as with they masters (Woo)
Uh, if we spin it back, that'd be really tragic (Uh-huh)
I don't think them n***as fully grasp it (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I feel like Cuomo, I see t**ties, I'm like, "Let me grab it" (Come here)
Then I said I'm not a pervert, I'm just half Italian (Hahaha)
Ayy, why y'all laughin', n***a? (Hahahaha)
Look, bust the DWs down with emerald cuts
And turn a good girl into a nympho sl*t
Bimbo, f**k them n***as
We gon' slide, we gon' pull up, we gon' end your luck (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Puttin' an end to any n***a that extendo touch (Brr)
Machine (Brr)
Hahaha
Turbo, Turbo, Turbo, Turbo, Turbo
