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joey fatts - turn up lyrics

[hook: a$ton matthews]
weed by the pound, lean in my cup
all these b-tches coming ’round and they leaving here with us
the homie’s got the four pound if you tryna press your luck
get it wrong, yeah you n-ggas know what’s up
b-tch we ’bout to turn up
uh, yeah, uh, turn up
uh, yeah, uh, turn up

[verse 1: da$h]
dropping dope just like a dread head
tatted like a cholo, actavis in my solo cup
drinking like a pound of [?], yup
looking for a hoe to f-ck and suck
h-lla blunt, like the sh-t i’m smoking
[?] motion, dead the bottle soon as that motherf-cker open
yeah so, as i parlay through the beach
if it’s beef, call my n-ggas from the naughtys , tires screech
hammers busting, no discussion
leave him red like he was blushing, d-mn
son of sam, run the game like i was vince mcmahon
going ham, yup, high as mars
plan of ours, drop some bars, buy some cars
all my n-ggas ball, abdul-jabbar
k!lling sh-t n-gga, freddy, jason, mixed with chucky
if the b-tch f-ck me she lucky, only worried ’bout my bucks be

[hook]

[verse 2: joey fatts]
posted with my n-ggas and we chilling
two twin glocks, warren sapp in the building
turning up the spot and we dope dealing
white b-tches give me top, i supply the c0ke they sniffing
and she f-cking with them g’s, f-cking with them key’s
keys open doors, after i f-ck she gotta leave
posted with the team, forty with a beam
n-ggas on my tip, make them young dro show the lean
uh, in the trap i grand hustle
birds in the stove, bands in the duffle
money equals power, power equals muscle
give his -ss a lead shower, turn his picture to a puzzle
motherf-cking fatts

[hook]

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