Smoke DZA – Turnbuckle Music lyrics

Wicked, wicked production you know how it go man
Y'all listen to music by Harry Fraud man
0'12 man. New 'tings
Bronson man
Big boss Bronson man and little brother DZA

Yo, once again it's the quintessential stud muffin
Spanish bitches stub sucking' they wanna have my kid
My people know how to bid, I focus on how to live though
Come through the window snatch your kiddo while he watchin' Nintendo
The people love us though they snub us in the corporate world
Fuck it we lawless ridin' filthy in the Taurus with Doris, she 85
My neighbour, thrilled by wild behaviour they get a bloomers when I'm in Aruba with a scuba jet

Yes, kush god daddy I'm on that other flow
That motherfuck that cover tho that hustle move a mother load
That, big boy talk say raps you tryna book a show, gold bottle
Hold the rows kush rolled that's holy smoke
It's turnbuckle music, straight off the third row
Straight on you herbs throats, that's why you birds broke
Tweet tweetin' with your tweetin' ass, we rather count cash and chew some hash
We bout that

[Chorus: x2]
(You pick him up), I drop 'em
(He tryna creep), I watch him
(You need me tag me in), Nah don't worry I got it
Should never fuck around with people that's a stable
(Cut into your navel), Put 'em through the table.

Brushing Paris Holland Italy Pristina
Kosovo, Denmark, hopping out the bed sharp
I teach you how to live
Michael 'caine dirty rotten scoundrels
My bitches blow me at the opera while I'm rocking sandals
Light linen, rest on my physique
I'm testin', built for the west
And you get molested while u sleep
Back to the essence cause your testicles are weak
Got some Mexicans to put the fucking hash between there cheeks