dat look lyrics – turk

young turk, n*gg* don’t know, it’s like that, n*gg*
(c’mon)
c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon
c’mon, c’mon, n*gg*, n*gg*, n*gg*, n*gg*
(uh huh)
c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, look, look, look

i thought you was my number one b*tch but i was wrong
i was tripping, i had to be stone for pones
i’m out my mind thinking you gon’ just my time
but when i, when i went up that road you gon’ stop the crying

i heard that i caught five but i gave it back
when i touch down, b*tch, i’m gon’ pay you back
i’ma f*ck all you friends, all you close of kin
go back to being a straight pitch again

put that steering wheel in your back, ride you, b*tch
and i could give a f*ck if you’re crying, b*tch
i’ma give you something dirty, i’ma have the last laugh
i put that on my life, i’ma have the last laugh

try to blues me but the tables turned
and it stopped on me, b*tch, you gon’ learn
played with a hot boy, you gon’ burn, baby, burn
head don’t smoke like we just hit shern

b*tch, you gon’ have that d*ck look
gon’ have that d*ck look
gon’ have that d*ck look
gon’ have that d*ck look

b*tch, you gon’ have that d*ck look
gon’ have that d*ck look
gon’ have that d*ck look
gon’ have that d*ck look

b*tch, you gon’ have that d*ck look
gon’ have that d*ck look
gon’ have that d*ck look
gon’ have that d*ck look

b*tch, you gon’ have that d*ck look
gon’ have that d*ck look
gon’ have that d*ck look
gon’ have that d*ck look

oh, yeah, oh, yeah
now this little dame must have misplaced her brain
switching up without the slightest little trace of shame
since bubba k became a heavily stated name
she’s thinking my dang-a-lang is a ride on the gravy train

i certainly ain’t a lame, little betty, you misguided
’cause it’s rubles, not noodles that gets me excited
ain’t never seen sh*t like it a fisher done been dyking
since clinton was the pres, now ‘tending she meant like it

now sl*t, you got something to tell me, “oh, wow, what?”
you always loved andy, cooled olie and mowed up
i’ll oblige and give you a ride but the only prize
you receiving is what i’m squeezing out on your chalky thighs

oh, these five dudes standing behind me, don’t mind them
but if it’s f*cking we discussing, just know they gon’ chime in
but that shouldn’t be an issue, you love me, don’t get shook
stupid wh*r*, that’s what you get for giving that d*ck look
(uh, oh)

b*tch, you gon’ have that d*ck look
gon’ have that d*ck look
gon’ have that d*ck look
gon’ have that d*ck look

b*tch, you gon’ have that d*ck look
gon’ have that d*ck look
gon’ have that d*ck look
gon’ have that d*ck look

b*tch, you gon’ have that d*ck look
gon’ have that d*ck look
gon’ have that d*ck look
gon’ have that d*ck look

b*tch, you gon’ have that d*ck look
gon’ have that d*ck look
gon’ have that d*ck look
gon’ have that d*ck look

b*tch, i’m home now and i’m back on my feet
back to the same turk that i used to be
you can get off my d*ck, b*tch, stop sweating my b*lls
’cause it wasn’t all that when i was behind the wall

b*tch, now you want me behind ya, i don’t want have none
you did a dirty deed, b*tch, you played me sour
you left me stranded like gilligan
to be honest with you, b*tch you, was killin’ me
but i’ma dog like ‘blue’s clues’
you did that, b*tch, well, watch how i do you

i’ma put you on cruise control
full speed, b*tch, you stanky ho
it’s a must that you feel my pain and hurt, b*tch
’cause the name of my game is eagle first, b*tch
i’ma fool, you started and i’m gon’ finish it
two can play at that game but watch who win it, b*tch
(b*tch)

b*tch, you gon’ have that d*ck look
gon’ have that d*ck look
gon’ have that d*ck look
gon’ have that d*ck look

b*tch, you gon’ have that d*ck look
gon’ have that d*ck look
gon’ have that d*ck look
gon’ have that d*ck look

b*tch, you gon’ have that d*ck look
gon’ have that d*ck look
gon’ have that d*ck look
gon’ have that d*ck look

b*tch, you gon’ have that d*ck look
gon’ have that d*ck look
gon’ have that d*ck look
gon’ have that d*ck look

look, i don’t know what’s wrong with these hoes, man
n*gg*z gon’ get in their jokes and these hoes go south
like casper, you know what i’m saying?
it’s all gravy though, these stupid *ss hoes just don’t know

b*tch talking ’bout, she can’t pay her bills
know what i’m saying?
and why she only f*cked one but n*gg*
it’s all gravy, b*tch, don’t have to send me no letters
you heard me, i’ma hot boy

/ turk lyrics