Video Turbo Ft Youngboy Never Broke Again » Dababy Lyrics | Musica Hip Hop

Dababy - Turbo Ft Youngboy Never Broke Again Lyrics

(Die!)
Walk on stage
She say she like me
Plain Jane, AP
Got the Bentley, 'Rari
She just want a Birkin
I can't buy her a Birkin
I ain't bought my mom a Birkin
Always when I'm working
That money I be splurging like Turbo

Uh, go, fucking that ho on campus
Hitting her in between classes
Nutting all over her glasses (Like Turbo)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go
Catch me zipping my car through traffic
Young nigga got him a Hellcat but the Lambo' go way faster (I go turbo)

She want Celine spring
I want some lean, yeah
I love Forgiato, must turn off from the scene, yeah
Come and geek up like Turbo, skrrt
Draco under my peacoat
Money coming in real fast like Sonic
Starting to think my new bitch robotic
Swing the stick out the car when the opp get spotted
Bringing up money, you know I got it
I want her with a whole lotta body
Babies, K-pins watch me ship it, yeah
Running off stage, I dive (Dive)
Sitting on the mountain top
Hoping that I do not die
Whatever I wear, I'm way too fly
Told her chill out with that capping
A pint of that matrix I'm packing it, yeah
Even with these foreign girls, you know that I'm smashing 'em
Propane tank of gas, no citgo
Come with the bullshit you know I'm with though
Fucking on shorty 'til the morning time
Hitting her real fast she call me Turbo

She say she like me
Plain Jane, AP
Got the Bentley, 'Rari
She just want a Birkin
I can't buy her a Birkin
I ain't bought my mom a Birkin
Always when I'm working
That money I be splurging like Turbo

Uh, go, fucking that ho on campus
Hitting her in between classes
Nutting all over her glasses (Like Turbo)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go
Catch me zipping my car through traffic
Young nigga got him a Hellcat but the Lambo' go way faster (I go turbo)

You know the Lambo go fast
They want me to slow down but I'm back on they ass
Back in that bitch and with 30 they tax
Baby done went and got another one (Yeah)
She want a trick or a treat (A treat)
Told her it ain't Halloween
She should have the Pro Tools on when I beat
I be fucking her showing my bae how to sing
Come on baby, rock on my mic
My hoes get to hitting, I ain't stopping no fight
Come on with the ticket, I ain't stopping no lights
Speed through that bitch like I'm Turbo
I gotta brand new glick, we gon' see if it work though
She like to come give me head on lunch breaks
Sent the text, "Where you at?" Come get ate"
Texted her back, dropped a pin, "Meet me here, parking deck on the third floor," Turbo
I gotta need for the speed, faster than a muhfuckin' furious (yeah bitch)
Tryna see what's up with me, come die in this bitch being curious
I pulled up in a wild body Benz, came out hopped in a Urus
Paparazzi don't know what car I'm in and these hoes on me something serious

She say she like me
Plain Jane, AP
Got the Bentley, 'Rari
She just want a Birkin
I can't buy her a Birkin
I ain't bought my mom a Birkin
Always when I'm working
That money I be splurging like Turbo

Uh, go, fucking that ho on campus
Hitting her in between classes
Nutting all over her glasses (Like Turbo)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go
Catch me zipping my car through traffic
Young nigga got him a Hellcat but the Lambo' go way faster (I go turbo)