Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Turning Me Off, artist - De La Soul. Date of issue: 07.10.2021
Song language: English
Turning Me Off |
| Next door she do hopes, chick’s so old |
| Swear she got a blue back, can’t shake her cold |
| But you got to prove girl, you didn’t been there |
| No matter the occasion, shejust gotta be in there |
| Ball court surfer, she a dope boy’s … |
| Net game, shameless you better get garlic |
| Miss vampire, your blood on your bank code |
| She’ll thank you kindly |
| Kinda reminds me, what’s good for the goose |
| Is good for the gander |
| But my gigolo days died with Huey in the news |
| You want a taste of a do it and you loose |
| Vixen, she on that smack, my dogs love it |
| Tell she blow cum bubbles out her nose when she swallows |
| Her creed deeper than the shades of appolo |
| But that ain’t balboa thats boa constrictor |
| She don’t let her head to her toes restrict her |
| Shit, fine dime and kiwi white wine |
| When she breaks the bank, she bringing out the hammer |
| Hammer pants, 12 hundred a pair |
| Hammer here, you can’t touch this boy, don’t even go there |
| She can’t cook a hotdog but she could eat one |
| A college orgy’s like eats one, teach one |
| Her first gang bang, on her birthday |
| 16 candles, blew them all in the worst way |
| But nowadays she some corporate kitty |
| In somebody’s penthouse, in some big city |
| Laying on her backside, tears in her eyes |
| Living in the life, while her dignity dies |
| Tarnishing the legacy, queens in the tribe |
| Bonita applebum, you kinda turn me off |
| Bonita applebum, you kinda turn me off |
| We dead in the summer time, still gotta cough |
| Bonita applebum, you kinda turn me off |
| Bonita, Bonita, Bonita |
| You see you couldn’t feed of shit she was broke |
| Hungry… been on the back so much |
| She’s giving break dance lessons |
| Back spinning, back sinning about 10 seconds in the back |
| Of the rental, the black tint Lexus |
| She learn the head game, … probably undressing |
| She should have slowed it but you never would have known it |
| Until you push upon her and got the killa cunt from California |
| Right persona, never knew that she was local |
| High complexion you go when hopping on some dicks like a pogo |
| Hot chick, never put your face near the slit |
| Always crying, always lying, always talking shit |
| The kind of girl burn your money, burn your P now |
| She prolly got a the fucking role clinic on fucking speed dial |
| I told my man you would leak where you pee out |
| Bonita, Bonita, Bonita |
| Yeah, y’all know that saying |
| When in Rome, do what Roman Polanski would do |
| So you bit off a little more than you can chew |
| Raise cheeks and white teeth showing hunger |
| You and I both know you ain’t getting any younger |
| But you all given just a typical lame |
| Got Mono from a stereotypical way |
| Views on love, been stretched and worked with the skellies in her closet, |
| with the fresh corpse |
| Next to it, shelf filled with self health books, looks like a paradox |
| Cause the crooks use you like a pair of socks |
| Keep a pair of cock in your mouth, you call it smoking pube |
| You’ve been warned from the ground up you have never to be |
| Most prefer rose a pose to the sea |
| All over your charade, like a new dance of the footsteps followers |
| … and find you on your knees… Bonita, Bonita, Bonita |