mukazi - turn this bitch up lyrics
woah!
turn this b-tch 4x
stick your neck out if you cubanlinked up
if you got a timepiece throw yo wrist up
if you got a bad b-tch give your b-tch up
if you gotta problem with it throw your dukes up
if you’s a ugly b-tch b-tch! get your looks up
let your guard down
don’t be stuck up
right now i’m on a different planet run up and start struck
can’t connect with your music you need to get your bars up
chief keef i’m chasing cheese maccaroni buck buck
mukazi, call me mu i’ma f-ckin cashcow
born stunna, born sinner, road runner, breadwinner
young n-gga bogart with a f-ckin cold heart
go hard! big shows they say talk is cheap i get money thru a invoice
knock knock who’s there see it thru the peephole
if you ain’t talkin benjies then i gotta play a hooky
never wet behind the ears you can’t play me like a rookie
i don’t play about my guala, pop my collar when i’m talkin you should shut up
turn this b-tch 4x
stick your neck out if you cubanlinked up
if you got a timepiece throw yo wrist up
if you got a bad b-tch give your b-tch up
if you gotta problem with it throw your dukes up
if you’s a ugly b-tch b-tch! get your looks up
let your guard down
don’t be stuck up
stop flexin b-tch, you ain’t on nun
i remember days i was really down d-mn
i ain’t had no pot to p-ss in
now i finally made it out i ain’t talkin tongue kissing
new money, old money yeah
gotta keep my tunnel vision
postpone the field trip if a b-tch starts tripping
ask me whats different 2x
lil b-tch im different
all these n-ggas is the same
all these n-ggas is some lames
nosebleed seats i’m on top of the game yeah
big kazi yea i do my thing
all these n-ggas lames
all these n-ggas lames
turn this b-tch 4x
stick your neck out if you cuban linked up
if you got a timepiece throw yo wrist up
if you got a bad b-tch give your b-tch up
if you gotta problem with it throw your dukes up
if you’s a ugly b-tch b-tch! get your looks up
let your guard down
don’t be stuck up
big kazi yea
run up on me b-tch you get star struck
ima real n-gga
keep it real n-gga
i dont take a chilla n-gga f-ck that
yea run up on me b-tch i bet you
you ain’t running back
talkin smack?
run up on me b-tch you gone get smacked!
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