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myaap - turn up lyrics

[intro]
[?]
[?] went crazy
[?]

[hook]
turn these b+tches up, turn these b+tches up
we ‘gon turn these b+tches up, turn these b+tches up
turn these b+tches up, turn these b+tches up
we ‘gon turn these b+tches up, turn these b+tches up
turn these b+tches up, turn these b+tches up
we ‘gon turn these b+tches up, turn these b+tches up
turn these b+tchеs up, turn these b+tches up
wе ‘gon turn these b+tches up, turn these b+tches up

[verse 1]
dirty ass mouth b+tch need some listerine
you know me, i keep it p and i keep it clean
this hollow tip, it hit your fitted if you play with me
how you telling b+tches you don’t want me but you chasin’ me?
i don’t ever ever let a n+gga get the best of me
posted on the block, in the streets like sesame
drip too exclusive, i can’t let you get the recipe
f+ck a n+gga life up, he ‘gon need therapy
middle fingers up, f+ck all my enemies
got her n+gga stuck, rich n+ggas feeling me
had a real b+tch on ‘yo side, now you outta luck
every time a b+tch come outside hoes know what’s up
i was just down on my ass now i’m comin’ up
b+tch, this that za, puff it up
ride down your block, shootin’ sh+t up
this that sh+t that have a ++ have ‘yo ass stuck
b+tch you better duck when you hear that bl!cky sound
i don’t want ‘yo n+gga, heard that n+gga get around
i make b+tches sick, got ’em lookin’ with a frown
i just want the head up off ‘yo shoulders then i’m out
broke bum ass n+gga sleepin’ on ‘yo mama couch
you can have ‘yo man back after i [?] on this mouth
we be all around the city from the east to the south
don’t ask me what i’m smokin’ on, i’m smokin’ on that loud
all these b+tches out here sad and these n+ggas sad too
still on that same sh+t but i’m actin’ brand new
make a n+gga go insane, this ain’t what you wanna do
i slap a b+tch up, knock a b+tch out her shoes
real player b+tch, who the f+ck is you?
i ain’t new to this sh+t, b+tch i’m the truth
while i count this money, baby, l!ck up on this cooch
better play it safe baby, better keep it cool
if i’m walking with a limp know that b+tch on me
this that drip, this that [?], this that tsunami
really do this rap sh+t, this sh+t is a hobby
they see what i do, then they try to go and copy
b+tch i’m from the mil’, 414, turn this sh+t up
ain’t want me when i was down, now you see that i’m comin’ up
whole time having money, baby f+ck with us
might lose a n+gga, but not motion, i got big bucks
got the whole city jumpin’ like a hiccup
holes up in the air, f+ck it, it’s a stick up
jewelry on your wrist, f+ck it, hold your sh+t up
i’m a lil’ b+tch but i’m so up (duh)
i don’t want your man, i don’t know who you are
i’m a real bad b+tch, baby, get up in this car
baby let your seat back because we goin’ real far
you f+ckin’ with a player, b+tch, you f+ckin’ with a star
big back, big chain, know i stay stuntin’
b+tch i came from nothing while a b+tch stay frontin’
he rubbed on this cat, then he started munchin’
i just want your money baby i don’t need your lovin’
i ain’t chasin’ no n+gga, i’m chasin’ paper
b+tches be fakers, i’m ballin’ like the lakers
i’mma sit this ass on your face, [?] call later
got so much cake on me, anita baker
when i hit the stage i get sh+t lit
i go hard on a beat, really spit sh+t
i don’t even want your man i want my wrist slit
bad b+tch every day like christmas
[outro]
dirty ass mouth b+tch need some listerine
you know me i keep it p and i keep it clean
this hollow tip, it hit your fitted if you play with me
how you telling b+tches you don’t want me but you chasin’ me?

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