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kts von - turn up lyrics

[intro]
[?] production
yeah, ah
let’s go leggo
turn up turn up
go dumb on these b+tchass n+ggas

[chorus]
smokin’ dope, i’m so doped up
with a bad hoe she just pulled up
don’t mind us, she just roll up
[?] so hold up
we in it though
spendin’ dough
she a nympho
shorty gon’ go
got the team with me
so we winnin’ hoe, winnin’ hoe
smokin’ dope, i’m so doped up
with a bad hoe she just pulled up
don’t mind us, she just roll up
[?] so hold up
we in it though
spendin’ dough
she a nympho
shorty gon’ go
got the team with me
so we winnin’ hoe, winnin’ hoe
[verse 1]
my team linin’ n+ggas up like [?]
bad hoe just wanna slide on us d+mn that’s a lotta doors
my team winnin’, f+ck yours
we takin’ l’s just can’t afford
thesе f+ck n+ggas, they losin’ hard
these f+ck boys just makin’ noisе
my team, we k!llanois
this chiraq, this drillanois
where young n+ggas carry big toys
they slayin’ sh+t, they k!llin’ boys
toe taggin’ sh+t real hitters boy
got a b+tch poppin’ her ass off
let the hoe [?] lips up just to get the sh+t [capped?] off
opp hoes gettin’ at both side
she can get her sh+t whacked off
big mac bustin’ no mac sauce
red dot a n+gga like rudolph
lip gloss n+ggas get smacked off
just for thinkin’ sh+t gucci
these n+ggas swear they finessin’
just ’cause they rock truies
big long clips like a movie
her p+ssy wet, jacuzzi
we smokin’, smokin’ n+ggas like [?]
big long clips like a movie
her p+ssy wet, jacuzzi
we smokin’, smokin’ dope like [?]
pray to god his mama don’t bury him in fake gucci
pray to god his mama don’t bury him in fake louis
pray to god his mama don’t bury him in fake truies
’cause we smokin’ smokin’ smokin’ n+ggas, doobies

[chorus]
smokin’ dope, i’m so doped up
with a bad hoe she just pulled up
don’t mind us, she just roll up
[?] so hold up (hold uuuup)
we in it though
spendin’ dough
she a nympho
shorty gon’ go
got the team with me
so we winnin’ hoe, winnin’ hoe (yeah)
smokin’ dope, i’m so doped up (ah)
with a bad hoe she just pulled up
don’t mind us, she just roll up (yeah)
[?] so hold up (hold uuuup)
we in it though
spendin’ dough
she a nympho (go crazy)
shorty gon’ go
got the team with me (go dumb)
so we winnin’ hoe, winnin’ hoe

[verse 2]
coolin’ chillin on a opp block
with a opp hoe, gettin’ opp top
these f+ck n+ggas don’t smoke dope
she f+ck around with a hot shot
all my shots, top notch
f+ck around with k!lla
now i’m smokin on k!lla
out here and it all hitters
got a bad hoe, good dope
we smoke dope, rock like boss
respect me like the g code
only thing that matters is the c notes
we cop bricks from amigos
hundred shots, shoot in front the cops
they roll up, that’s a hundred shots
out here lurkin’, there go the opps
drumroll, nonstop
i’m kutthroat, we take blocks
you better find out who popped roc
get caught lackin’, you get popped
gotti block, gotti block
my young n+ggas got a lotta opps
i’m out here, with a lotta thots
so much money on fed watch
gotta know [who on/i’m] with it
lame n+ggas they snooze watch
clip that big banger these f+ck n+ggas they change up
hoe wanna give me top, tell her i don’t wanna f+ck
get money, f+ck another hoe up
these lame n+ggas they hoed up
l’z, e’z
kts
we the best

- kts von lyrics

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