"Turn Up" lyrics
[?] went crazy
[?]
Turn these bitches up, turn these bitches up
We 'gon turn these bitches up, turn these bitches up
Turn these bitches up, turn these bitches up
We 'gon turn these bitches up, turn these bitches up
Turn these bitches up, turn these bitches up
We 'gon turn these bitches up, turn these bitches up
Turn these bitches up, turn these bitches up
We 'gon turn these bitches up, turn these bitches up
Dirty ass mouth bitch 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 bitches you don't want me but you chasin' me?
I don't ever ever let a nigga 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
Fuck a nigga life up, he 'gon need therapy
Middle fingers up, fuck all my enemies
Got her nigga stuck, rich niggas feeling me
Had a real bitch on 'yo side, now you outta luck
Every time a bitch come outside hoes know what's up
I was just down on my ass now I'm comin' up
Bitch, this that za, puff it up
Ride down your block, shootin' shit up
This that shit that have a -- have 'yo ass stuck
Bitch you better duck when you hear that blicky sound
I don't want 'yo nigga, heard that nigga get around
I make bitches sick, got 'em lookin' with a frown
I just want the head up off 'yo shoulders then I'm out
Broke bum ass nigga 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 bitches out here sad and these niggas sad too
Still on that same shit but I'm actin' brand new
Make a nigga go insane, this ain't what you wanna do
I slap a bitch up, knock a bitch out her shoes
Real player bitch, who the fuck is you?
I ain't new to this shit, bitch I'm the truth
While I count this money, baby, lick up on this cooch
Better play it safe baby, better keep it cool
If I'm walking with a limp know that bitch on me
This that drip, this that [?], this that tsunami
Really do this rap shit, this shit is a hobby
They see what I do, then they try to go and copy
Bitch I'm from the Mil', 414, turn this shit up
Ain't want me when I was down, now you see that I'm comin' up
Whole time having money, baby fuck with us
Might lose a nigga, but not motion, I got big bucks
Got the whole city jumpin' like a hiccup
Holes up in the air, fuck it, it's a stick up
Jewelry on your wrist, fuck it, hold your shit up
I'm a lil' bitch but I'm so up (Duh)
I don't want your man, I don't know who you are
I'm a real bad bitch, baby, get up in this car
Baby let your seat back because we goin' real far
You fuckin' with a player, bitch, you fuckin' with a star
Big back, big chain, know I stay stuntin'
Bitch I came from nothing while a bitch 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 nigga, I'm chasin' paper
Bitches 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 shit lit
I go hard on a beat, really spit shit
I don't even want your man I want my wrist slit
Bad bitch every day like Christmas
Dirty ass mouth bitch 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 bitches you don't want me but you chasin' me?
[?]
Turn these bitches up, turn these bitches up
We 'gon turn these bitches up, turn these bitches up
Turn these bitches up, turn these bitches up
We 'gon turn these bitches up, turn these bitches up
Turn these bitches up, turn these bitches up
We 'gon turn these bitches up, turn these bitches up
Turn these bitches up, turn these bitches up
We 'gon turn these bitches up, turn these bitches up
Dirty ass mouth bitch 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 bitches you don't want me but you chasin' me?
I don't ever ever let a nigga 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
Fuck a nigga life up, he 'gon need therapy
Middle fingers up, fuck all my enemies
Got her nigga stuck, rich niggas feeling me
Had a real bitch on 'yo side, now you outta luck
Every time a bitch come outside hoes know what's up
I was just down on my ass now I'm comin' up
Bitch, this that za, puff it up
Ride down your block, shootin' shit up
This that shit that have a -- have 'yo ass stuck
Bitch you better duck when you hear that blicky sound
I don't want 'yo nigga, heard that nigga get around
I make bitches sick, got 'em lookin' with a frown
I just want the head up off 'yo shoulders then I'm out
Broke bum ass nigga 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 bitches out here sad and these niggas sad too
Still on that same shit but I'm actin' brand new
Make a nigga go insane, this ain't what you wanna do
I slap a bitch up, knock a bitch out her shoes
Real player bitch, who the fuck is you?
I ain't new to this shit, bitch I'm the truth
While I count this money, baby, lick up on this cooch
Better play it safe baby, better keep it cool
If I'm walking with a limp know that bitch on me
This that drip, this that [?], this that tsunami
Really do this rap shit, this shit is a hobby
They see what I do, then they try to go and copy
Bitch I'm from the Mil', 414, turn this shit up
Ain't want me when I was down, now you see that I'm comin' up
Whole time having money, baby fuck with us
Might lose a nigga, but not motion, I got big bucks
Got the whole city jumpin' like a hiccup
Holes up in the air, fuck it, it's a stick up
Jewelry on your wrist, fuck it, hold your shit up
I'm a lil' bitch but I'm so up (Duh)
I don't want your man, I don't know who you are
I'm a real bad bitch, baby, get up in this car
Baby let your seat back because we goin' real far
You fuckin' with a player, bitch, you fuckin' with a star
Big back, big chain, know I stay stuntin'
Bitch I came from nothing while a bitch 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 nigga, I'm chasin' paper
Bitches 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 shit lit
I go hard on a beat, really spit shit
I don't even want your man I want my wrist slit
Bad bitch every day like Christmas
Dirty ass mouth bitch 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 bitches you don't want me but you chasin' me?
