50 cent - i'm all turn't up lyrics
[intro]
my glock pop from blocks you can feel it
g-g-g-g-g-g, it’s the m-th-f-ckin unit!
my sh-t knock for blocks, you can hear it
g-g-g-g-g…its the m-th-f-ckin unit!
[chorus]
(my rear view mirror is vibrating)
n-gga i’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’
(my rear view mirror is vibrating)
i’m all turnt up, i’m all turnt up
(my rear view mirror is vibrating)
n-gga i’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’
(my rear view mirror is vibrating)
i’m all turnt up, i’m all turnt up
[verse 1: 50 cent]
i got a trunk full of tens
i got a stash full of ends
i got that 64 regal sittin’ on 20 inch rims
got that beamer that bentley
i got that 63 benz
and a white b-tch to suck d-ck like tomorrow’s the end
call her head game the hoover i mean the way she maneuver
up and down, up and down, and a n-gga head spin ’round
she’s a f-ll-tio pro, i get off watching her go
she get to takin’ it deep, and put a n-gga to sleep
[chorus]
(my rear view mirror is vibrating)
n-gga i’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’
(my rear view mirror is vibrating)
i’m all turnt up, i’m all turnt up
(my rear view mirror is vibrating)
n-gga i’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’
(my rear view mirror is vibrating)
i’m all turnt up, i’m all turnt up
[verse 2: 50 cent]
it’s on now, ’cause these b-tches gyrating
we strapped right, cause n-ggas be violatin’
party poppin’ she goin’ drop it she ain’t stoppin’
sittin’ watchin’ system knockin’ hips rockin’ p-ssy poppin’ tic-toc-in
make it rain trick, make it, make it, make it rain trick
play the game b-tch, sh-t make us both rich
f-ck the wimp sh-t its certified pimp sh-t
i ain’t nothin’ like the n-ggas you done been with
[chorus]
(my rear view mirror is vibrating)
n-gga i’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’
(my rear view mirror is vibrating)
i’m all turnt up, i’m all turnt up
(my rear view mirror is vibrating)
n-gga i’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’
(my rear view mirror is vibrating)
i’m all turnt up, i’m all turnt up
[outro: 50 cent]
it feel like my mind playin’ tricks on me
tricks on me, tricks on me
me i’m never trippin’ for a b-tch homie
b-tch homie, i’m rich homie
turn it up!
that’s 14 out of 14 m-th-f-cka
you n-ggas see me
lamborghini top down ridin’ round this m-th-f-cka
you n-ggas ain’t sayin’ nothin’
know i got that m-th-f-ckin’ tre pound, 6 shots m-th-f-cka i let it rotate
n-ggas see me, ask me where lloyd banks at?
n-gga i don’t know where the f-ck that lil’ n-gga at
i ain’t heard from him
f-ck yayo too n-gga, i’m on some new sh-t
f-ck the group n-gga
i’ma introduce you to my new n-ggas
uh, it’s 0-11
i figured out what’s the matter with this sh-t it ain’t me, its these n-ggas
it’s the roc, i’m on my jay z sh-t
nah nah, f-ck the group man
i’m on my beyonce sh-t
i’m on my way to the top godammit
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