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• Artiste: D. Savage
• Titre: Turn It Up
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Damm, this shit good, where the fuck is the album, bro? This shit been loading for forever, nigga, come on (I'm shy, Oh my God) Oh, this it, right here? For real? That thing bleedin' to the, you know what I mean? (Wocky slush) That thing bleedin', P Shh Ah-ah, ah Ah-ah, ah Ah-ah, yeah I catch a opp and I'm turnin' it up (Ah-ah) I'ma post bond and get all my stuff I got that bomb, I'm rollin' it up (Ah-ah) Ride with some killers, we don't give a fuck (Ooh, yeah) I got some drop, I don't wanna crush (Ah-ah) I got some Wock', but keep it on hush (Ah) She wanna suck on my dick 'til I nut Ride around town with a stick in my trunk (Ooh, yeah) You smokin' on boof while I'm smokin' on Runtz (Ah-ah) Double dutch, double down, makin' 'em jump (Ah) Woah (Ah-ah), woo (Yeah) Yeah, I'ma slide, and you gon' die (Ayy) I'ma jump out at your bush like, "Surprise," I'ma hit it, you know I won't lie, now he dead, in the sky (Yeah) And his family keep wonderin', "Why?" Why I'm killin' 'em dead everytime Why I'm doin' these niggas so slime Ain't no cap in my rhymes (Woo, yeah) I like your bitch, I hit that from behind Ballin' like Kobe when I'm in my prime I can't wait, got me cryin' (Yeah) Mama told me I'm one of a kind Bulletproof love, for my niggas, I ride I don't give no fucks, for my killers I'll die Put that on bloods, why would I lie? I catch a opp and I'm turnin' it up (Ah-ah) I'ma post bond and get all my stuff I got that bomb, I'm rollin' it up (Ah-ah) Ride with some killers, we don't give a fuck (Ooh, yeah) I got some drop, I don't wanna crush (Ah-ah) I got some Wock', but keep it on hush (Ah) She wanna suck on my dick 'til I nut Ride around town with a stick in my trunk (Ooh, yeah) You smokin' on boof while I'm smokin' on Runtz (Ah-ah) (Let's go, let's go) Gucci bag, Louis bag, Fendi bag, fill it with racks I'm fuckin' this bitch from the back (Back) When we fuckin', I'm screamin' out, "Slatt," I slimed him out but I did it for Jack (Did it for Jack) I'm servin' dog and I'm servin' crack (Yeah) Walkin' 'em down if he got a sack Trippin' like Trippie, I came with a MAC Came with my dogs, and they gon' attack You niggas flawed, ain't livin' like that (Nah) I fell in love with that .40, I call it my bae (Bae) Whole lotta wack, you niggas is gay Load up the choppa, I'm lettin' it spray Told her, "We fuckin', I don't do, huh," Told her, "We fuckin', I don't do dates," Feel like my birthday, I'm gettin' this cake I been rockin' Supreme, Off-White, and that BAPE Sippin' on lean, I just love the taste She suckin' my dick so I nut in her face I got a lawyer, and I beat the case Get on the floor before I spray the place (Grrah) Nigga, ain't nobody safe, bitch I catch a opp and I'm turnin' it up (Ah-ah) I'ma post bond and get all my stuff I got that bomb, I'm rollin' it up (Ah-ah) Ride with some killers, we don't give a fuck (Ooh, yeah) I got some drop, I don't wanna crush (Ah-ah) I got some Wock', but keep it on hush (Ah) (I love you, Savage)