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Turn Around lyrics with English Translations
How you're doing?
We so lit, so lit (TJ)
We so lit, so lit (Konshens)
We so lit, so lit (ladies)
Every gyal Turn round, turn round Bubbling a gwaan a no dead compound Pour champagne, mek your haters drown We so high, we no waan come down High grade, inna smoking zone Alcohol buss up inna head like stone Couldn't tan a yard fi go bake and brown We so high, we no waan come down
Every gyal Dash out... bruk out, bruk out get crazy, mhmm When you push it back, oh You might get a likkle baby Yes girl, you a whine right If you have on panty it no too tight A rude people a 'par, so the mood right And when your tipsy, a see you inna new light You show a different side That you don't show on the regular Go 'pon the Wi-Fi Airplane mode and turn off cellular
Hear me gyal Turn round, turn round Bubbling a gwaan a no dead compound Pour champagne, mek your haters drown We so high, we no waan come down High grade, inna smoking zone Alcohol buss up inna head like stone Couldn't tan a yard fi go bake and brown We so high, we no waan come down
Girl, to look this good, take a lot a hard work So you no know how itch up inna yard work Go 'pon your IG, killing all the haters And your lifestyle on the elevators, going up Gyal, you live good, cah you work hard New thing drop and a hurt heart Now the song play, a no your fault Go 'pon the front page
Anyweh me gyal Turn round, turn round Bubbling a gwaan a no dead compound Pour champagne, mek your haters drown We so high, we no waan come down High grade, is a smoking zone Alcohol buss up inna head like stone Couldn't tan a yard fi go bake and brown We so high, we no waan come down
Mhm, mhm We so lit, so lit We so lit, so lit We so lit, so lit Mhm, mhm Yeah
Turn round, turn round Bubbling a gwaan a no dead compound Pour champagne, mek your haters drown We so high, we no waan come down High grade, inna smoking zone Alcohol buss up inna head like stone Couldn't tan a yard fi go bake and brown We so high, we no waan come down
A shout... bruk out, bruk out get crazy, mhmm When you push it back, oh You might get a likkle baby Yes girl, you a whine right If you have on panty it no too tight A rude people a 'par, so the mood right And when your tipsy, a see you inna new light You show a different side That you don't show on the regular Go 'pon the Wi-Fi Airplane mode and turn off cellular
Hear me gyal Turn round, turn round Bubbling a gwaan a no dead compound Pour champagne, mek your haters drown We so high, we no waan come down High grade, inna smoking zone Alcohol buss up inna head like stone Couldn't tan a yard fi go bake and brown We so high, we no waan come down
Every gyal Turn round, turn round Bubbling a gwaan a no dead compound Pour champagne, mek your haters drown We so high, we no waan come down High grade, inna smoking zone Alcohol buss up inna head like stone Couldn't tan a yard fi go bake and brown We so high, we no waan come down
Every gyal Dash out... bruk out, bruk out get crazy, mhmm When you push it back, oh You might get a likkle baby Yes girl, you a whine right If you have on panty it no too tight A rude people a 'par, so the mood right And when your tipsy, a see you inna new light You show a different side That you don't show on the regular Go 'pon the Wi-Fi Airplane mode and turn off cellular
Hear me gyal Turn round, turn round Bubbling a gwaan a no dead compound Pour champagne, mek your haters drown We so high, we no waan come down High grade, inna smoking zone Alcohol buss up inna head like stone Couldn't tan a yard fi go bake and brown We so high, we no waan come down
Girl, to look this good, take a lot a hard work So you no know how itch up inna yard work Go 'pon your IG, killing all the haters And your lifestyle on the elevators, going up Gyal, you live good, cah you work hard New thing drop and a hurt heart Now the song play, a no your fault Go 'pon the front page
Anyweh me gyal Turn round, turn round Bubbling a gwaan a no dead compound Pour champagne, mek your haters drown We so high, we no waan come down High grade, is a smoking zone Alcohol buss up inna head like stone Couldn't tan a yard fi go bake and brown We so high, we no waan come down
Mhm, mhm We so lit, so lit We so lit, so lit We so lit, so lit Mhm, mhm Yeah
Turn round, turn round Bubbling a gwaan a no dead compound Pour champagne, mek your haters drown We so high, we no waan come down High grade, inna smoking zone Alcohol buss up inna head like stone Couldn't tan a yard fi go bake and brown We so high, we no waan come down
A shout... bruk out, bruk out get crazy, mhmm When you push it back, oh You might get a likkle baby Yes girl, you a whine right If you have on panty it no too tight A rude people a 'par, so the mood right And when your tipsy, a see you inna new light You show a different side That you don't show on the regular Go 'pon the Wi-Fi Airplane mode and turn off cellular
Hear me gyal Turn round, turn round Bubbling a gwaan a no dead compound Pour champagne, mek your haters drown We so high, we no waan come down High grade, inna smoking zone Alcohol buss up inna head like stone Couldn't tan a yard fi go bake and brown We so high, we no waan come down
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