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Turnt Up Video (MV)




Performed By: $uperF!y
Language: English
Length: 1:44
Written by: Alfonso Santiago-White
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$uperF!y - Turnt Up Lyrics
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It hit deep, when you see your loved ones
Turn to snakes, always broke bread
It ain't bout that, its where your loyalty lays
I remember stakeouts, no mask on
I want em' to see my face, fore' I send em'
To they maker, coincidence, I call it fate, yeah
Drop top on the wraith, paid chauffeur
F*ck a valet, way I'm feeling
Put it in they face, I'ma keep it P
It ain't that serious, she's so pretty
That I paint her on a canvas
Love her V J, rip off the panties
If you dumb, I'ma take my advantage
Skim off the top, like a motherf*cking scammer
Stupidity is an illness, that's contagious
The ones who survive, they are damaged
I done met real niggas, with real problems
About to lose they family, when it comes to pape
I get angry, kidnap your baby for ransom
I done did a lot never answered, mac 11 stock
Bought attachments, I left the lil hoe crying
Cause she ain't get what she want
I had to cut her off like nothing, left her on her own
I smoked weed and took some acid
Told my whiteboy that I'm stoned, I ain't Doug
This Glock 40, aim it at your Dimmadome
Mhm, ha, ha, ha, yeah, let's get it
Bad bitch she just hit my phone, she sent me pictures
In a thong, this ain't no regular jacket
This leather varsity is Saint Laurent
The way she choking and gagging
Sound like a huge rip from a bong
Flip the pack gymnastics, I'm in my trap mode
I done been there, and done had it
Ain't got nothing left to show, brand new chapter
I'm turnt up, Uv0, Cinco on X mode
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English

It hit deep, when you see your loved ones
Turn to snakes, always broke bread
It ain't bout that, its where your loyalty lays
I remember stakeouts, no mask on
I want em' to see my face, fore' I send em'
To they maker, coincidence, I call it fate, yeah
Drop top on the wraith, paid chauffeur
F*ck a valet, way I'm feeling
Put it in they face, I'ma keep it P
It ain't that serious, she's so pretty
That I paint her on a canvas
Love her V J, rip off the panties
If you dumb, I'ma take my advantage
Skim off the top, like a motherf*cking scammer
Stupidity is an illness, that's contagious
The ones who survive, they are damaged
I done met real niggas, with real problems
About to lose they family, when it comes to pape
I get angry, kidnap your baby for ransom
I done did a lot never answered, mac 11 stock
Bought attachments, I left the lil hoe crying
Cause she ain't get what she want
I had to cut her off like nothing, left her on her own
I smoked weed and took some acid
Told my whiteboy that I'm stoned, I ain't Doug
This Glock 40, aim it at your Dimmadome
Mhm, ha, ha, ha, yeah, let's get it
Bad bitch she just hit my phone, she sent me pictures
In a thong, this ain't no regular jacket
This leather varsity is Saint Laurent
The way she choking and gagging
Sound like a huge rip from a bong
Flip the pack gymnastics, I'm in my trap mode
I done been there, and done had it
Ain't got nothing left to show, brand new chapter
I'm turnt up, Uv0, Cinco on X mode
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Writer: Alfonso Santiago-White
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