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chris webby - turnt up lyrics

[intro]
like nah nah nah…
nah nah nah, nah nah nah…
nah nah…
nah…
nah nah nah, nah nah nah…

[verse 1: webby]
c web in the booth and i speak it real
got another beat to kill
and i be roasting motherf-ckers
rest in peace patrice o’neil
roll up another blunt
now how that diesel feel?
got me swerving man
who the f-ck gave me the wheel?
who the f-ck gave me these pills?
now i’m off in another dimension
in need of an intervention
cause these drugs are too f-cking expensive
but i’m feeling terrific dude
banging these broads with no f-cking protection
yeah, what were you saying babe?
i wasn’t paying any f-cking attention
rumbling engine, rolling up in my camaro and cruise
living it like a pirate man
always got me a barrel of booze
skipping the fools
go right for the tip of m-sseuse
sippin’ and rippin’ the bubbler
puffing until i can barely move
lay back and then stare at the moon, ooh
bippidy bobbidy boo
webby be rippin’ it properly too
hipping and hopping and rambling sh-t
cause these pills i’ve been popping have got me confused
shoot up, burn it down
light it up, p-ss it around
i’m a bad boy b-tch
you didn’t know? you know it now

[hook]
we just doin’ what we doin’, and we’ll never give a f-ck
put some liquor in my bottle and some ganja rolled up
we just livin’ like whatever and we’ll never have enough
bout to get this motherf-cker turned up (turned up)
like nah nah nah…
nah nah nah, nah nah nah…
nah nah nah…
nah nah nah, nah nah nah…

[verse 2: dizzy]
i’m not the one you want a problem with
…you’d better follow it
swear i’m ready for whatever standing in front of my mirror
supporting my confidence
a little weed, you could throw it on top of this
we get it poppin’, yo b-tch gettin’ topless
now that you know, n-gg-s adopting the flow
n-gg-s can’t stop this sh-t
the problem is we won’t acknowledge it
but me and webby (i wanna get that)
if that n-gg- wanna get mad, sit up and get up
and f-ck that (get that)
now i’m playing like a kid on the black top
got the… with a flat top
you got a flat face
bad boy, it’s a bad day
look at me sideways, and i’mma hit you with a uppercut
too cold, better bundle up
huddle up cause we comin’ up
turnt up, finna f-ck it up
i guarantee that the crowd go crazy
when i hit the stage, you could bet a hundred bucks
boy we out here grindin’
smoking the finest, getting the highest
getting the mommas, you know when i’m coming
just smell for the ganja
vegas soldier, takin’ over
traveling and taking shots
tattoo shops, don’t forget the place to rock
i need a nasty girl to taste the c-ck
in the office, running all over these n-gg-s
like b-tches, you n-gg-s is softer than n-gg-s
that just got to prison, this project x sh-t is real
somebody p-ss the god d-mn liquor

[hook]

[verse 3: webby]
that rap phenomenon
inked up, looking like comic con, rasta man
h.a.m. on the mic, no ramadan
go on and on, and leave with a soccer mom
cause i kill that beat
roll one up in that swisher sweet
sticky green, sticky green
with orange hairs, like pete and pete
flowing double time when i’m on the beat
holding up mine when i hit the street
burn so much, i be high for weeks
spit it so dirty, i need new sheets
my grinder’s full, and i ain’t talkin turkey, cheese
i’m talking ak47, purple kush and sour d
put it in the bowl, i’ll get a dutchie rolled
sprinkle some keef on it, and then away we go
get in the flow, lighting up heady to dro
partying on, got that confetti to throw
killing the spot from the moment
that webby’ll step in the door
hit some sh-t, got my pencil gripped
instrumental ripped, living life
above the law, and way under the influence
getting mine while the price high
what can i say? i’m pretty fly for a white guy

[hook]

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