Drop Dead lyrics

by

Turnabout



[Intro]
Turn, Turn (Ninekay)
You're a goner
Yeah
You cannot hide, you can get blindsided
This chrome kiss my throat, Cartier my eyes
Young Turn, edibles with the guys
Young Turn, it rain blood from the sky
Young Turn pass the joint to the girls
These pricey tooth pearls, damn, they starting to hurt
You gotta get heard to know your worth
I been creeping in my thoughts, my thoughts are f*cking killing her

[Chorus]
Me and Goner, we gon' swerve off in the mist
Turning hotter than the sun wearing mitts
Drop-dead GOREGEOUS, drop dead, b*tch (Yeah, yeah)
Drop-dead GOREGEOUS, drop dead, b*tch
Damn, I hate whеn I feel like this (Feel like this)
In the mirror holdin' f*cking candlе sticks (Candle sticks)
Drop-dead GOREGEOUS, drop dead, b*tch (Yeah, yeah)
Drop-dead GOREGEOUS, drop dead, b*tch (Turn)

[Verse]
Turn back with a Glock, lil' b*tch
Mirror broken and it's gotta get fixed (Get fixed)
Leather toes for them hoes, not your b*tch (Not your b*tch)
We turn GOREGEOUS, we rock runways in our fits (In our fits)
We up late, we some bats, we in the nighttime
Your b*tch thinks I'm pretty, but that's only in the nighttime
The night sky, girls around me skip by
Body on fire, body on fire (Fire)
[Chorus]
Me and Goner, we gon' swerve off in the mist
Turning hotter than the sun wearing mitts
Drop-dead GOREGEOUS, drop dead, b*tch (Yeah, yeah)
Drop-dead GOREGEOUS, drop dead, b*tch
D-Damn, I hate when I feel like this (Feel like this)
In the mirror holdin' f*cking candle sticks (Candle sticks)
Drop-dead GOREGEOUS, drop dead, b*tch (Yeah, yeah)
Drop-dead GOREGEOUS, drop dead, b*tch (Yeah, yeah)
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