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[Intro:] We just too turnt up Turn up to the max We be gettin to it Do it straight like that [Hook: x2] We do it str8 like that, get money str8 like that We run it str8 like that, who want it str8 like that? [Bridge: x2] We just too turnt up Turn up to the max We be gettin to it Do it straight like that [Verse 1: Meek Mill] DJ turn me up! Please don't turn me down These niggas ain't hear me then, these niggas gonna hear me now I got bad hoes in my section, these niggas wanna burn me down So I'm gon' make it sparkle, tell the waiter come serve me now Just Ciroc bottles and top models, all real niggas that pop bottles I pulled up and I drop-topped, and my bad bitch just popped out And like Alakazam! This shit way out of my hands! And I'm with black card shawty, vroom-vroom jumpin out of that Lamb Letras de cancionesWell damn, it's YSL in my shirt, fly as hell off Earth Y'all niggas smoking on dirt, I'm on probation poppin on Perc We sippin that lean, the fuck y'all mean My money so long and my bitch so mean We smokin on strong and I'm with my team And We turned up, got your bitch tryna fuck [Hook x2] [Bridge x2] [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] All I do is turn up, I'm about to show y'all Early bird get the worm, I'm up way before y'all I don't even know y'all, riding with the doors off Fuck her on the lean, then I fucking doze off! The dope man is my role model, I had a TV on top of my floor model That bitch would show, fiends used to smoke dope out the antenna Closet full of amphibians, aim at it and hit it Difference between me and your girl: my girl, ass thicker Life sentence my trunk, real niggas respect it Dumb charm on my necklace, stupid watch on my left wrist I ain't have a lot so I brag a lot, when I got a lot, I pop a lot I bought a drop, bought some pussy, get head in the parking lot My rhyme style's unorthodox, my weed stank no Tic-Tac Asking me where I get that, Gucci sat on my flip flap! Paint job cost 10 stacks, rims cost me another ten So tell a friend to tell a friend to tell a friend to tell a friend [Hook x2] [Bridge x2] [Verse 3: Meek Mill] Straight like that nigga, straight like that No birthday get cake like that And I ball hard niggas hate like that Cause I drop that work, come straight right back like whoa I peeled off in the Bent, came straight right back in a Rolls Peeled off with ya bitch, came straight right back with y'all Nigga we share that bitch, 10 big chains I don't wear that shit Big Glock 9, I air that shit And a big V12, I steer that shit like skurrrt And they be like word, I'm with a bad bitch, but I wouldn't wife her My neck all froze and my wrist like burr And my shit so cold, I'm a need a light fur We turned up to the max, turned up on them racks Got shorty all on that pole and she gon turn up for these stacks Cause I'm ballin, like Spalding My wrist flooded, New Orleans And I'm shittin on 'em, no toilet And no referee, I called it [Hook x2] [Bridge x2] From Letras Mania