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raven sorvino - ike turnup lyrics

[hook]
turn up, turn up, wail out, get drunk
p-ss out, woke up, choke the sh-t out somebody n-gg-
i turn up, turn up,
turn up, turn up, wail out, get drunk
p-ss out, woke up, choke the sh-t out somebody n-gg-
f-ck a b-tch i choke her up
this line green get broken up
f-ck a b-tch and i choke her up,
puff, puff and it’s going up

don’t mind me, i’m flexin,
stepped in, got drunk as h-ll
beat your -ss, got thrown in jail
no sweat, my b-tch got my bail
foxy brown, i rock her bells
i’m polo down, she rock chanel
she going down, my d-ck hard as h-ll
cause she bad as sh-t, ratchet b-tch
i motor well
p-ssed out, woke up, same sh-t, smoked up
my ex girl say i’m turnt up,
that’s prolly why we broke up
head down, hoes up, hit the club, got chose up
my ex girl say i’m turnt up,
that’s prolly why we broke up
cause i’m

f-ck a b-tch, i f-ck her up,
ambulance, fire truck
posted up, n-gg- what?
laid back, in the cut
like a barber shop, i fade a b-tch
versace ah, is on my wrist
my n-gg- b-tch pack…
we out to get the major chips
talk sit, we will bust your lip
be quiet, shh, you a hoe n-gg-
look at me, i’m so fitty,
like new air, i bust head
pulling out in my mist aid, my high horse, you so boosy
her man’s so a town,
ratchet b-tch they stay around
my neighborhood call me mister rogers
chopped up, screwed up
my homie d-ck be sloppied up
i’m heidi flights, i need a cut
i’m mighty nice, i need a blood
thirst n-gg-s i’ll waste from
they the main n-gg-s getting beat up
lil mur pop while i beat up

pradas, i done done em all
yeah skill don’t f-ck with y’all
80’s on my f-ckin draws
no johhny lotto cough it all
i said i chop it up like a player do
lizard skin and them gators who
n-gg-s trickin i ain’t it boo
choke a b-tch all day em too
at the pad i’m popping
before swag it was poppin
n-gg- switched to round,
and bit the style, one last week there was rodman
the quarterback i’m the option,
on sunday, call me apeman
smoke a quarter pound of that heavy stone
but still that’s barely blazing

blowing up that cookie jar
fly n-gg- that will hook your broad
i got a nice pack of that cookie raw
streets same as i shook the law
d-mn back i’m on town now
them scary n-gg-s, them beastie boys
criming out in that grand prix
26’s on east end boy, boy, boy,
turn up across 4 lanes, i got a joint road
i got a joint lit
floor sh-ts keep where that joint sit
got a bad b-tch to be talking sh-t
got a weak hoe that be stalking sh-t
got a young broad that be galkin
man she so impressed with my walking
yeah she so impressed with this ballin
i might dump one on her heat
pull up in that what you might call it
yeah i’m not a blood with this red
hoe if i pull it out then you did
ripeasy, n-gg- with an at-tude
i’m the new easy

- raven sorvino lyrics

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