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derek knives - guava lyrics

[tag]
“and he gon’ tear they ass up, simple as that”

[intro]
one, one, one time

[hook]
sh+t turn me up some
turn me, turn me, yo turn me up some
yo turn me up some
turn me, turn me, turn me up some
yo turn me up some
turn me, turn me, turn me up some
sh+t turn me up some
turn me, turn me, turn me up some

[verse 1]
p+ssy, money, weed the typa’ sh+t that i’m accustomed to
had to give ’em heat, is like the sun cause only summa do
springin’ into action, fallin’ back to make a smartеr move
winner times upon us, and just know it’s lookin cold for you
how thе f+ck you go n tell a b+tch to be more optimist
that’s like knowin’ who’s a bust and still not know what opp to pick
that’s like tellin’ on yourself then wonder why you in the pin
yousa’ b+tch we know that, you ain’t gotta prove that sh+t again
i’m cut from different fabric how the f+ck you gon’ compare to me
big dolla’, no colla’, really only live for cream
only time i break the code is when i don’t see eye to eye
like f+ck i’m spose to ride for you if you ain’t ever had my side?
only time they do you favor’s when they expect one in return
call me pyromaniac, i love to see my bridges burn
call me what you want but you can’t ever call me slow or broke
cause long as i’m alive, ain’t gettin’ crossed up by a single soul like
[hook]
so turn me up some
turn me, turn me, turn me up some
sh+t turn me up some
turn me, turn me, turn me up some

[verse 2]
i heard you claiming all this sh+t, you really stuntin’
you fumblin’ your words and now, you sayin nothin
this big time flexer’ been askin’ bout where i been at
you outcha’ f+ckin mind if you swearin’ i haven’t been that
been that one, that’s on the grindin’ for some
and if i end with up with none, then i’ll just smoke till i’m numb
i’m type to sit it down and plot it out from start to the finish
feel like i’m losing myself i haven’t dropped inna’ minute
but sh+t i’m back now, and guess what i found
its all the sh+t that i kept missin’ in the first round
i’m bound to hit up my relapse before i pass out
i just keep goin to the psyche cause i know how
and ion even care but i could give a f+ck less
i’m still up on that ‘f+ck you pay me’ typa’ concept
man all these rappers talkin on and on bout nonsense
sh+t got me flowin’ so sick it got you nauseous
yeah, it got you nauseous
i k!lled the beat and no inspector is gon’ solve it
so take precaution
the boy ain’t never been a novice
nah
[hook]
so turn me up some
turn me, turn me, turn me up some
sh+t turn me up some
turn me, turn me, turn me up some
so turn me up some
turn me, turn me, turn me up some
sh+t turn me up some
turn me, turn me, turn me up some

- derek knives lyrics

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