YOUNG CHRIS - Turn It Up feat. Peedi Crakk lyrics

rate me

Turn it up, yeah

Turn up yeah

Shoot box for frank less to the top

nice size rooger franky muller be the watch hot, hot

spend the quarter miller on the drop

you would let the short..their tank be the top

cako, white size, snap back, white socks

married to the block, hit the bitch with my wife hot

clean it in the king B fresh about the night shot

quarter in the..bitch I kind of ice pot

or a pretty girls at I'm tryin to take..

in a couple shots and bring her back, baby pull up

Turned up, super fly

lamp up suicide

no lames just you and I

I'm like hey baby, it's up what's you and I

Turn it up, yeah

waht's up hey

Turn it up, yeah

turn turn turn turn turn

Champagne size, trippin from my butt..

silicone dut crack what you crack waht I

pussy was the bime bime, hair was the fish fish

tats on her ass, rings on the nipple oh

bitchy more tinny make super pity and see hoe

happy family home, why you're still right here with me hoe

alright crackk pipe I would top the p show

hit her with the jew she start a nigga work the piko

cut the tack and five rave muzzle on the B to shoe

with the hair..buckle on them thousand..

ain't got nothing on them

later that night somebody white be probably nothing on em

Turn it up, yeah

Listen

Turn it up, yeah

turn turn turn turn turn

Rings ain't dime bottle on..

got your baby mom and your presidential

pussy was the bime, he was fish fish

tats on her ass, rings on her nipple

young seeing P, balling in the benz trunk

whipe beat em, front pocket bend up

bed pocket bend up, all the pockets bend up

the neck got..all the rest got cancer

Champagne spillin, MAG willin

ladies and they feelin, these haters keep thrillin

turn it up now

turn turn turn turn turn turn

turn it up