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Turn up, turn up, turn up Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up Jungle block got thrown Pull up myself, keep on going If you know I am getting guwop by now Turn up Got 30 shots and this in and you got that Turn up These fuck boys know where I come from That O game bitch ain’t no game bitch, ain’t worried bout none Dolla thigh got a pom pom And I’m almighty so so you know that all my fellow First 4 keys, 2’s for a pound of weed My niggas in the field always blowing up my G Everybody blunt, steady growing over me I just hit a pint of lean, I just put my own to sleep Ye ain’t know how hard as streets that’s me I get so much money that these niggas mad at me I’m too busy at a time picked All yall foe a nigga out of me From Letras Mania