Chords for Don't Turn Around (Explicit)

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_ _ _ _ I only fuck with those [Abm] who only fuck with me
A sucker play for games, a man play for cheats
I keeps me a lad with a meter just in case A coward's in my face, these bullets he don't
taste A waste of your life, something wrong, I'm
on cheese Best to leave me alone, best to go, make
some cheese Ain't no means comin' all shape, born
size colors Could be your best friend, cousin or brothers
I'd rob em all just to see who got the fattest stack
Walked in the bank, put the loot in the crocus sack
Slapped on the guard post, time for he passed out
Eyes on the door and my pockets was assed out Head on a trench coat, wig and some goggles
If you resist, you may not see tomorrow I'm in there, outta there, the police couldn't
get me But I made a sniff, buck had a trick with me
Bitch don't you turn around, give me the fuckin' cheese trick
Don't you make a sound, show me where the keys at
Lay it on the ground, knowin' that you're fuckin' fat
Or I'll fuck you down, and I'm quick to do that
Bitch don't you turn around, give me the fuckin' cheese trick
Don't you make a sound, show me where the keys at
Lay it on the ground, knowin' that you're fuckin' fat
Or I'll fuck you down, and I'm quick to do that
Got a dragon in his hood, bout the robbery Was a long din for somebody, dropped a dime
on me I'ma be the one they take it to, they pick
the boy up Run his mouth just like a fool, he gon' get
me fucked up But I'ma have to get to him before the police
do a coat up with him Night, day, lot, him and his crew
A sprained deli, chest of air, kinda in the evening
For this motherfucker's death, dog, I was beamin'
He was lookin' at me strange, like I'm a catcher
I done hopped out with that thang, let me holla at you fool
Where you bein', dog?
My mama got sick, man
Fuck that got to do with you?
Hold up, I ain't your bitch, man
I heard you been talkin', your motherfuckin' lips loose
No, that ain't like that, dog, I ain't no damn fool
Lookin' in his eyes, I can see that he was so scared
I squeeze on the trigger with the gun to his forehead
Bitch don't you turn around, give me the fuckin' cheese trick
Don't you make a sound, show me where the keys at
Dead on the ground, knowin' that you're probably fat
Boy, I'll fuck you down, and I'm quick to do that
Don't you turn around, give me the fuckin' cheese trick
Don't you make a sound, show me where the keys at
Dead on the ground, knowin' that you're probably fat
Boy, I'll fuck you down, and I'm quick to do that
Through the top, out his skull, now they want me dead
All the niggas in his hood, police and the feds
Stabbed out the westwood, way out other side
On the other side of town, somewhere I can hide
I done threw my life away, hunted by them pigs
Robbin' every other day, dropped skin off my knee
Later found my way, I bounced, bounced to do me in
Kickin' in the front door, and I was in the den
As tables under the couch, snatched it off the ramp
Open fire on them hoes, I didn't give a damn
Bloodstream was full of dope, pump off coca-lea
Feds had me under a scope, and, and, if a bitch
Biting bullets through my throat, choking, hit the floor
Gunpowder in my mouth, knocking, heaven's door
Streetlighting took me out, and that shit ain't fake
I done fucked myself off, cause a bad mistake
_ _ _ Don't make a sound, show me where the keys at
Lay it on the ground, knowing that your pockets fat
Before I fuck you down, and I'm quick to do that
Don't make a sound, show _ _ me where the keys at
Lay it on the ground, knowing that your pockets fat
Before I fuck you down, and I'm quick to do that _