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joey galaxy - upside down lyrics

(intro)
yea!
yea!
yea!
yea!

(hook)
my trap bammin and if you’re swaying through
i guarantee that motherf-cker gon be turned upside down
and then we hit the mall
my pocket full of money so you know we finna turn that b-tch upside down
and then we hit the club
we all buyin bottles in the vip, turn that b-tch upside down
and if you talkin sh-t
you know we got them choppers in the gutter
turn that motherf-cker upside down
yea!
we turnin everything upside down
yea!
we turnin everything upside down

(verse)
yea you found out the purp, pour some remy on the rocks
in the trap just read up my plug, brought a couple plucks
and everything clean, everything squeaky
through stykes for the loud folk, reggie is beneath me
sh-t! we poppin bottles in the club, look at us brothers hoe
ain’t no smoking in the club? sh-t, spark that hoe
dirty sprite and kush got me sittin sideways
leanin to the left, good cuz i ain’t slept in 5 days
i’m a hustler, b-tch you know what i’m about
i got the rental outside, you know i dog it out
2 s’s under the seat and i’mma grind em out
tryna stay away from you n-gg-s cuz you run yo mouth

(verse)
up they be like james don’t be swerving cuz i know you got that work
would you smoke with a n-gg- cuz i know you got that purp
and yo trap stay bammin on the 15 and the 1st
and i just play crazy and i know a beat that hurt
like lil kim say, “who gives a f-ck? it’s my world?”
that’s my b-tch, i don’t care if that’s yo girl
me and my dog took her home
we put that woos out then little baby jumpin tree to tree like a squirrel
i’m too fresh, like a true religion mannequin
you’s a lame that stand by off dominican
i’m smoking loud that’ll have yo -ss panicking
but when you show up all them hoes start vanishing

(verse)
yea this b-tch is upside down
and we swerving all night, yea we up right now
we like to wap a house, we never shut down
dog and every day must go from a nig to a pound
50 bands off a brick, yea the trap wham
everything tax free, f-ck uncle sam
won’t be long fore i pull up in that black lamb
f-ckin with the baddest hoes, tell them ratchet hoes “scram! ”
straight to the vip, that’s where i got to go
ya ain’t a 10, baby sorry hoe, you gotta go
n-gg- disrespect me then he gotta go
choppa on the backseat and one on the floor

- joey galaxy lyrics

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