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waka flocka flame – turnt up niggaz lyrics

[intro]
turn the f-ck up on y’all n-ggas
one time for fetti gang, yg hootie
p smurf, what up n-gga?

[verse 1: fetti gang]
it’s fetti gang, flocka flame, and john belushi
get your cameras out we ’bout to make a movie
all this rosé got a n-gga woozy
bsm, shout out to yg hootie
bottoms up, bottles up
take your b-tch to the tele and make her gobble nuts (swallow)
they know we gang bang, they ask us what we do it for
we just tell ’em we some pimps in red uniforms
just met a b-tch from thailand, she like to bang c-ck
so i put her on the strip and told her bring clock
fetti gang the unit, bsm the movement
red flags everywhere, this just how we do it

[hook: waka flocka flame] x2
we some turnt up n-ggas
down to pull a trigger
all for one, one for all
my n-gga, you my n-gga
k!ll, why we k!ll three
back against the wall
middle finger, screaming f-ck this industry
we too f-cking street

[verse 2: yg hootie]
my whip, two doors
my phone, new wh0r-s
bsm, we t-u
running through the pack we need more
b-tch, pulled up at headquarters
homie, that’s your girlfriend
i f-cked up her life, turned that to a whirlwind
got a lot of money, still g-ngb-nging
fall to the club, with my chain sw-nging
keychain, pink stones, got that for them red bones
on piru street with the chopper
knock a n-gga -ss out just like flocka
that’s that sh-t i learned, that enterprise
you ain’t down to k!ll, don’t get in the ride
t-t-u, too turnt up
t-t-g, leave you stuck
(get your -ss laid out), n-gga who gon’ pick you up?
blood holiday, formerly a hundred deep
young, rich n-gga, still thuggin’, eazy-e

[hook] x2

[verse 3: p smurf]
john belushi, brand new rolls
b-tch poking out like kat stack’s nose
chain so icey need a mizay charm
leather so soft, this feel like home
yg on and i feel like russell
no english-speaking b-tch, understand my hustle
that f3 style, for fiend boys
that maserati place, say fiend boys
them prada jeans cost five hanks
but you broke n-ggas can’t speak my language
couple more shows, i’m a buy a vanquish
y’all moving slow like a pack of penguins
we do a show like a lone alliance
big bsm chain covered in diamonds
hoppin’ out of them burgundy and gold
looking like i’m one of them 49ers
n-ggas know what time it is
’bout a half a million worth of diamonds b-tch
y’all playing with loose change
i’m in your hood feeling like i’m at a shooting range
it’s john belushi, westside daddy
came through his hood point the mac .90 addie
we the bt boys hop up in the magnum
come back to the hood, get this sh-t cracking

[hook] x2

- waka flocka flame lyrics

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