Dem Franchize Boyz and Lloyd - Turn Heads

It be Young Lloyd and Dem Franchize Boyz
Whip-whippin' it hard in them old school toys
Got my top down and my trunk got noise
We-we-we turnin' heads now when we pull 'em out
Young Lloyd and Dem Franchize Boyz
Whip-whippin' it hard in them old school toys
We-we-we turnin' heads
We-we-we turnin' heads
She wanna- she wanna- she wanna-

She wanna kick it in my pimped out Chevrolet
On twenty-eights with the candy paint
Steady grippin' while I'm dippin' on the Interstate
Yeah, she can't wait
My top back and my beat down low
Ridin' 'round the city I don't know where to go
I guess I'll pull up on strip and turn a couple heads
A couple heads, turn a couple heads

I'm in a '69 Chevy (okay), Vertte, two-door
Dunk, who he ridin' wit'? Nigga who knows? (Who knows?)
Who I'm ridin' wit'? Nigga, two hoes
My girl got a girlfriend (a girlfriend)
Yeah, I do those (I do those)
Twenty-eights on the wet Vertte
When I hit the block I turn heads like they neck hurt
I'm still rollin' and a nigga still cruisin'
Hoes done chose and hoes still choosin'

She wanna kick it in my pimped out Chevrolet
On twenty-eights with the candy paint
Steady grippin' while I'm dippin' on the Interstate
Yeah, she can't wait
My top back and my beat down low
Ridin' 'round the city I don't know where to go
I guess I'll pull up on strip and turn a couple heads
A couple heads, turn a couple heads

I bet you turn heads when you step out with pimpin' (pimpin')
Matchin' mink coats and all you hear is cameras flickin' (flickin')
She like a real nigga she don't really like a square (like a square)
In the bed turnin' heads like a barber chair (barber chair)
She got a nails done and she keep her hair fixed (her hair fixed)
Twenty-eight inches make it hard to stare at a bitch (stare at a bitch)
She got a man but, shit, shawty won't know (won't know)
She wanna fuck and really keep it on the low

She wanna kick it in my pimped out Chevrolet
On twenty-eights with the candy paint
Steady grippin' while I'm dippin' on the Interstate
Yeah, she can't wait
My top back and my beat down low
Ridin' 'round the city I don't know where to go
I guess I'll pull up on strip and turn a couple heads
A couple heads, turn a couple heads

Women double take when they see me pushin' that foreign
New school blue but my old school color orange
Choose from a distance when they see me comin' up
Old school, big block, twenty-eights mounted up
Pole stop (yeah), let the rims spin
Rims spin so hard wheel three chicks in
Now we outtie (outtie), like, "Where he goin'?" (goin')
On the E-way, destination unknown

She wanna kick it in my pimped out Chevrolet (she wanna kick it with me)
On twenty-eights with the candy paint
Steady grippin' while I'm dippin' on the Interstate
Yeah, she can't wait (oh no)
My top back and my beat down low
Ridin' 'round the city I don't know where to go
I guess I'll pull up on strip and turn a couple heads (oh)
A couple heads, turn a couple heads

You can ride wit' me shawty (you can), no sense of direction
Let me stick game to ya, figure out your perfection
Do you like the base knockin'? Or the beat down low?
Do you get real sloppy? Stroke the meat real slow
Baby girl let me know, so I know how it go
I like it slow and sloppy I done told you once before
Ayy, make no mistakes, go on a dinner date
Can't wait, can you get started on the Interstate?

She wanna kick it in my pimped out Chevrolet
On twenty-eights with the candy paint
Steady grippin' while I'm dippin' on the Interstate
Yeah, she can't wait
My top back and my beat down low
Ridin' 'round the city I don't know where to go
I guess I'll pull up on strip and turn a couple heads
A couple heads, turn a couple heads

All right
'Cause all I need to know
Is if your ridin' wit' me baby
And anywhere we can go, my lady

Written by:
Bernard Leverette, Gerald Tiller, Jamall Willingham, Maurice Gleaton, Todd Moore

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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