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criis sosa - turnmeupp! lyrics

(intro, criis $o$a

(aye)
(ight, here we go)
(huh,what)
(let’s go)

(hook 1 criis $o$a)

pack so gas, too fast how it sold out
i’ll whoop yo ass if you coming for the rollout
big down south, mayne they know it from the gold mouth
going downtown just to check a couple hoes out
(bridge, criis $o$a)

rolling one time, ain’t ashamed of how it go down
did it for the grind. legs be shaking ‘for they go down
showed em how to break it. records shaking like they fold now
i ain’t never playin ‘bout a b+tch or ‘bout a hoe now
i just wanna drink, i just wanna roll
i just wanna smoke, i just wanna ‘po

(verse, criis $o$a)

i just wan’ take some molly at the show
know i’m valid breaking ‘bo’s for the low
i got the hook up, it’s ten for the show
just give me half if you want that boy gone
put bags on they head lеave these spеakers alone
i’m going too hard, i might burn up you’re phone

selling that boof by the ‘bo make you look bad
lead coming straight for the dome, make em look back
this b+tch ask for chances, the f+ck in that big bag?
like big beezy said, what you got in that book bag?

i just be talking a lot, but i talk with a glock
while my boys ‘finna talk on the clock
raising you’re hand if you’ve been on that block
out here be slanging that rock, and, we poppin alot
i might just pop at these coppers. these choppas with me hitting proper
i’m still on my f+ck sh+t. got glocks for you’re mama
these b+tches gon’ flock when i’m poppin my collar
i swear i been ready, still sleep wit a choppa’
i’m propping it up, standing all on my commas
i let it off if you talking that drama
never been soft, but i been ‘bout these dollars
(hook 2, criis $o$a)

you tired of hearin me turn me up louder (uh)
(turn me up)
turn me up louder
(turn me up)
(turn me up)
(turn me up)
they gon’ turn me up louder (uh)
(turn me up)
(turn me up)
(louder)

(verse 2, criis $o$a)

turn me up louder
i got rich off of the powder
they think i’m drowning in power
drippin’ in prada
i talk my sh+t for the starter, these sticks in the whip ridin hotter
i send a bl!ck to you’re father, it count as a hit from the water
(got em)
spot ‘em and hit bout a problem
(got em)
send out them bricks for the commas
(want em)
hold on, yea
(bridge 2, criis $o$a)

goin back mayne y’all can’t f+ck with me
and these b+tches see the guns wanna come wit me
like i’m yak, if it’s up, then it’s stuck with me
you don’t wanna get too rough, den wassup with it
(b+tch)
goin back mayne y’all can’t f+ck with me
and these b+tches see the guns wanna come wit me
like i’m yak, if it’s up, then it’s stuck with me
you don’t wanna get too rough, den wassup with it
(b+tch)

(verse 3, criis $o$a)

(come on we straight)

what’s in my bl!ck? that’s a 556
them boys ain’t rich so they been gettin p+ssed
water my wrist, i sensei you’re b+tch
you digging your ditch when you pleadin the fith

you won’t tell a lie, but you won’t tell the truth
i act like a fool, drippin sauce out the booth
these diamonds my tooth, h+lla odd homie, poof
stupid as f+ck when i’m back in the coup

whip it around show ‘em what we gon’ do
knuck if you buck, but i know you won’t shoot
these diamonds too rough. put them back in the pool
i bool in the cut, cooking up in the school

(hook 1, criis $o$a)
pack so gas, too fast how it sold out
i’ll whoop yo ass if you coming for the rollout
big down south, mayne they know it from the gold mouth
going downtown just to check a couple hoes out

(outro, criis $o$a)

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