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lirik lagu turn on dat jerk – greatestredefined

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[chorus]
f*ck what you listenin’ to, turn on that jerk
hop on beats and i make money, b*tch, i do not go to work (i do not go to work)
baby, i’m off a couple blunts, i might be geekin’ off the earth
she said “i miss you, let’s go back, i know i done did you dirt”
i’m like (yeah) “mm*mm, mm*mm, mm*mm”
(yeah) mm*mm, mm*mm, mm*mm (yeah)
(yeah) mm*mm, mm*mm, mm*mm (uh, huh)
mm*mm, mm*mm, mm*mm (yeah)
apple bottom jeans, boots with the fur (apple bottom jeans)
[?] the gang, n*gga, that’s a blur
chops for yo’ gang, you might just get hurt
bad lil’ bitty, she be tryna flirt
ass and titties, i’m tryna put work in
can’t f*ck wit’ him, he a snake, don’t move with serpents, uh
ridin’ on beats, i be surfin’
up in the crib, vibin’, i’m feelin’ perfect
i get money, [?]
i be flyer than crows
goin’ up, b*tch, fosho
bakery, i get dough
she tryn’ pop out to the show
they can’t f*ck with my flow
gangy don’t think i’ll go blow up, he think i’m psycho (i’m psycho)
ay (woah*oh)
i just copped a new chain, n*gga, you can’t touch this
choppa got the aimbot, when i shoot, [?]
can’t cuff me a lame thot, shawty, we just f*ckin’
he don’t really bang sh*t, he just out for nothin’ (yuh)
[verse]
he don’t really bang sh*t, he just out for no*nothin’
shoot like i’m calvin cambridge, get to ru*runnin’
not in a band, but i’m dru*drummin’
blue pockets, b*tch, i’m [?]
and i feel like kankan, how i pun*punch sh*t
bands on me, i might get to thumb*thumbin’
i don’t really rap, i just [?]
(f*ck what you listenin’ to, turn on that jerk)

[chorus]
f*ck what you listenin’ to, turn on that jerk
hop on beats and i make money, b*tch, i do not go to work (i do not go to work)
baby, i’m off a couple blunts, i might be geekin’ off the earth
she said “i miss you, let’s go back, i know i done did you dirt”
i’m like (yeah) “mm*mm, mm*mm, mm*mm”
(yeah) mm*mm, mm*mm, mm*mm (yeah)
(yeah) mm*mm, mm*mm, mm*mm (uh, huh)
mm*mm, mm*mm, mm*mm (yeah)
apple bottom jeans, boots with the fur (apple bottom jeans)
[?] the gang, n*gga, that’s a blur
chops for yo’ gang, you might just get hurt
bad lil’ bitty, she be tryna flirt
ass and titties, i’m tryna put work in
can’t f*ck wit’ him, he a snake, don’t move with serpents, uh
ridin’ on beats, i be surfin’
up in the crib, vibin’, i’m feelin’ perfect
i get money, [?]
i be flyer than crows
goin’ up, b*tch, fosho
bakery, i get dough
she tryn’ pop out to the show
they can’t f*ck with my flow
gangy don’t think i’ll go blow up, he think i’m psycho (i’m psycho)
ay (woah*oh)
i just copped a new chain, n*gga, you can’t touch this
choppa got the aimbot, when i shoot, [?]
can’t cuff me a lame thot, shawty, we just f*ckin’
he don’t really bang sh*t, he just out for nothin’ (yuh)

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