Don't Turn Away Lyrics

[4 seconds instrumental]

[Intro: Styles P]
Ayo, Reefa!
Thank you, brother!
And that beat, I mean...
IT'S ROCKIN'!

[Styles P:]
Lota old stars, - lota new brothers
All makin' a movie, but none of thems the Hughes brothers. (hahahah!)
Gotta laugh at my wittyness; (relax!)
'Bout makin' some change, but you can feel my paper miss. (yeeaah!)
Love gritty chicks. - Real hoodie chicks! (uh!)
You know what I need cause I'm an idiot. (you know!)
Brains and the money machine cause I'm gettin' it (I'm gettin' it!)
Did' call me "Miracle" man cause I'm "Whippin'" it! (what?)
Alota reefer and the large Hennessy; (LARGE!)
'Bout a thousand a bottle for the Richard Hennessy. (uhh!)
Just pay for it. - Heaven sent;
And the live ascent block the chron chron scent. - YES!

[Chorus: Pharrell]
BAYBEE, - baybee, - baybee
Don't turn awaaaaay - from love!
BAYBEE, - baybee, - baybee
Don't turn awaaaaay - from love!

[Styles P:]
I'm just sippin' Courvoisier;
Tell the accountants and the money, the concierge! (boom!)
Sauna to the steam room, put it in the air;
Told you that I'm sittin' on it somethin' like a chair. (like a chair!) Hey ladies! (yeah!) - Dear babies! (ha!)
I'm the last gangster left, it's so crazy! (crazy!)
It's impostors. - It's no shocker! (no shocker!)
If that shit come in a can, it ain't lobster! (uh-uh!)
If that boy come with a guard, he ain't a mobster! (uh-uh!)
But I am. (I am!) - I ride hard! (ride hard!)
And fly too high for the SkyCam; (fly!)
Club to the Benz to the telly short time span.

[Chorus]

[Styles P:]
Short dude, - big moves!
Window stretch floor to the ceiling - big view! (see?)
Real suite all a treat to a visual (visual!)
All this from bein' a street individual.
I ain't the richest nigga. - Who am I to kid you? (huh?)
But I'll set the standard for G - that they live to. (I'm the G!)
Listen, boo; I ain't tryna kid you! (nah!)
I'll tell you what it do and what it did do, (fo' real!)
And then tell you what you gon' do! (you know?)
Hit this drink and blunt right in front of you.
Better hope I don't front on you; (better hope!)
Real boss, I can do what I wanna do!

[Chorus x1.5: beat fades out]

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