| Niggas don’t fuck with a nigga like me
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| 'Cause a nigga like me don’t fuck around
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| Niggas don’t fuck with a nigga like me
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| 'Cause a nigga like me don’t fuck around
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| I know you see that
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| No one’s competed
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| Ooh, that turns me on
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| Ooh, that turns me on
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| What turns me on about you, I doubt you have a clue
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| Sassy attitude and red bottom shoes, God, I’m mad at you
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| I do think you’re fierce and that you killing them of course
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| With the features of an angel and the bottom of a horse
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| Thoroughbred, thorough head
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| Makes you moist like the dark fudge
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| Brownie with the nut of your choice
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| Soaking wet, all the feathers in the goose
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| Down, who’s loose now?
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| You done let the juice ooze down
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| Do smile when you do it’s on some ooh child
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| Kiss you in the mouth, juicy fruit, make it cool down
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| And make it truth, ain’t it true now?
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| Divine neck, the respect, it ain’t shit for me to prove out
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| You need some time, press the snooze down
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| I don’t mind 'cause I’m as hard as all the iron
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| In all the tool house or tool shed
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| Go and play it like when alarm sound off around 2
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| I know you see that
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| No one’s competed
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| Ooh, that turns me on
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| Ooh, that turns me on
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| Who gives a damn about the past?
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| I live for the day, plan for the future, pack a lunch and haul ass
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| Anyway, it ain’t no time for no picnics
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| This that business, the slickness to get your chick hit quick
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| I make her drip all her liquids
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| Then get butt booty naked when I spit on some pimp shit
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| Make her legs shake so she never loses interest
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| Calling out my name when I’m asking whose is this?
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| Naw, it’s not a game, ass falling out the frame
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| With my Polaroid camera I have to take two flicks
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| She can’t avoid all the stamina, we do this
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| With no steroids or other artificial juices
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| Therefore, she now’s the undisputed truth
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| When I slip into this bood while I slid into this booth
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| I’m kicking it with you, lot like martial artists do
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| We can break boards and you can kick rocks
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| I know you see that
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| No one’s competed
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| Ooh, that turns me on
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| Ooh, that turns me on
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| Sit yourself down on the big old bed
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| Turn your body 'round here let me give you some
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| Don’t you want to make a freaky memory with me?
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| So later on you can think about it then you’ll be like damn
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| That turns me on
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| I know you see that
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| No one’s competed
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| Ooh, that turns me on
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| Ooh, that turns me on
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| From the back
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| Now from the front |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Turns Me On, artist - Big Boi. Album song Sir Lucious Left Foot...The Son Of Chico Dusty, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп