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turn up - myaap lyrics

[intro]
[?]
[?] went crazy
[?]

[hook]
turn these b*tches up, turn these b*tches up
we ‘gon turn these b*tches up, turn these b*tches up
turn these b*tches up, turn these b*tches up
we ‘gon turn these b*tches up, turn these b*tches up
turn these b*tches up, turn these b*tches up
we ‘gon turn these b*tches up, turn these b*tches up
turn these b*tchеs up, turn these b*tches up
wе ‘gon turn these b*tches up, turn these b*tches up

[verse 1]
dirty ass mouth b*tch need some listerine
you know me, i keep it p and i keep it clean
this hollow tip, it hit your fitted if you play with me
how you telling b*tches you don’t want me but you chasin’ me?
i don’t ever ever let a n*gga get the best of me
posted on the block, in the streets like sesame
drip too exclusive, i can’t let you get the recipe
f*ck a n*gga life up, he ‘gon need therapy
middle fingers up, f*ck all my enemies
got her n*gga stuck, rich n*ggas feeling me
had a real b*tch on ‘yo side, now you outta luck
every time a b*tch come outside hoes know what’s up
i was just down on my ass now i’m comin’ up
b*tch, this that za, puff it up
ride down your block, shootin’ sh*t up
this that sh*t that have a ** have ‘yo ass stuck
b*tch you better duck when you hear that bl!cky sound
i don’t want ‘yo n*gga, heard that n*gga get around
i make b*tches sick, got ’em lookin’ with a frown
i just want the head up off ‘yo shoulders then i’m out
broke bum ass n*gga sleepin’ on ‘yo mama couch
you can have ‘yo man back after i [?] on this mouth
we be all around the city from the east to the south
don’t ask me what i’m smokin’ on, i’m smokin’ on that loud
all these b*tches out here sad and these n*ggas sad too
still on that same sh*t but i’m actin’ brand new
make a n*gga go insane, this ain’t what you wanna do
i slap a b*tch up, knock a b*tch out her shoes
real player b*tch, who the f*ck is you?
i ain’t new to this sh*t, b*tch i’m the truth
while i count this money, baby, l!ck up on this cooch
better play it safe baby, better keep it cool
if i’m walking with a limp know that b*tch on me
this that drip, this that [?], this that tsunami
really do this rap sh*t, this sh*t is a hobby
they see what i do, then they try to go and copy
b*tch i’m from the mil’, 414, turn this sh*t up
ain’t want me when i was down, now you see that i’m comin’ up
whole time having money, baby f*ck with us
might lose a n*gga, but not motion, i got big bucks
got the whole city jumpin’ like a hiccup
holes up in the air, f*ck it, it’s a stick up
jewelry on your wrist, f*ck it, hold your sh*t up
i’m a lil’ b*tch but i’m so up (duh)
i don’t want your man, i don’t know who you are
i’m a real bad b*tch, baby, get up in this car
baby let your seat back because we goin’ real far
you f*ckin’ with a player, b*tch, you f*ckin’ with a star
big back, big chain, know i stay stuntin’
b*tch i came from nothing while a b*tch stay frontin’
he rubbed on this cat, then he started munchin’
i just want your money baby i don’t need your lovin’
i ain’t chasin’ no n*gga, i’m chasin’ paper
b*tches be fakers, i’m ballin’ like the lakers
i’mma sit this ass on your face, [?] call later
got so much cake on me, anita baker
when i hit the stage i get sh*t lit
i go hard on a beat, really spit sh*t
i don’t even want your man i want my wrist slit
bad b*tch every day like christmas
[outro]
dirty ass mouth b*tch need some listerine
you know me i keep it p and i keep it clean
this hollow tip, it hit your fitted if you play with me
how you telling b*tches you don’t want me but you chasin’ me?

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