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goon twinn – turn up 3 lyrics

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[intro]
“turn up 3,” turn up, “turn up 3” (woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
ayy, what wrong with these n+ggas, man?
n+gga callin’ my phone right now, talkin’ ’bout he want beef, n+gga (haha)
i tell him we can do however he want to
we can meet up where og stay, n+gga
we can pull up where your mama lay (b+tch ass n+gga)
we can meet up at the park, n+gga
you can catch the 1+on+1
matter fact, i ain’t with all that talkin’ sh+t, n+gga
tell a n+gga we can do it like this (ho, hotboy produced it, grrah)
ayy

[verse]
we can shoot it out any way at night, broad day
n+gga, we’ll come where you stay
catch you up in traffic, do it on the e+way
or we can meet up at the park, n+gga, you can catch the fade
1+on+1, do a half where you roll to
my n+ggas ready, yeah, they comin’ like the platoons
you try somethin’, they gon’ spray, no pеrfume
shoot the check, now i’m all in hеr mouth, no mushroom
got the o’s with me on the plug and if he run up, then he stupid
we gon’ leave him wet like a fluid
i just might call up a groupie, make her slurp me like a smoothie
then tell her to get out like the movie, yeah
she like, “goon, look how you do me”
f+ckin’ on his ho, yeah, he clueless
she like, “baby, i can’t chop and make the movies”
the whole time, she was givin’ me head like a scooter
lil’ dude, but i’m comin’ like deebo
try to rob who? you get shot like a free throw
only want green like that n+gga ceelo, so you can get the freak ho
she been sucked the squad, no mosquito
last night, i was with a bad b+tch, made a tape with her like mimi and nikko
but i ain’t need to be f+cked, just told the ho, “suck”
yeah, she got me head, no negro
if i see a opp, i wanna drop, this a wrap, no burrito
i want his ass cracked, curled up like a frito
he tried to run up like he beast mode, blew his ass off, torpedo
i found him at the front of crowd with a tuxedo
askin’ god why it had to happen to me, though
i ain’t f+ckin’ with n+ggas that incognito
f+ck a opp, we got more tools than home depot
with my iron rubber, did him like remy, f+ck his back and hit his kidneys
left him limpin’ like he tipsy, number hundreds in my britches
it’s fallin’ out, need some stitches
try to take it, end up missin’, that go for all you little b+tches that thinkin’ ’bout doin’ somethin’
bet my n+ggas bring out the drums and shoot up your house and leave your face ruined (hotboy produced it)
[outro]
n+gga, woo (“turn up 3”)
twinn baby, “turn up 3,” turn up, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy



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