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You are now rocking with the best!
South City
out the house nigger
Live it up, girl, dont let em guys trick you!
Homie,
full of bogies gimmie room
Could have cracked ,mothers ..
Thinking.. must have hate a mushroom
Any
vital plus, dont
For the zero is my mothers room
Aint cleansy as
call me marijuana
. Like Obama
..must be catching another
.
..Ive been this cause my pockets get
Success caught my eye, and now i gotta have it
Chorus: (x2)
Turn it up, turn it up, tell the DJ turn it up
Turn it up, turn it up, tell the DJ turn it up
Turn it up, turn it up, tell the DJ turn it up
Turn the DJ turn it up, cause we aint really get enough!
Fly since I was
Stacks from my book bag, I think it was the book of Eli
I hate it meditating again, and I can see why
Im miles away from where you see fly,
I might be by
Four chipple doubles, cause my clothes go in the
Full of stadium with
.
Back black fall
.
Shut out to my momma, she
So much style, I can lend you some
Money longer than the list should have never done
My Shawty wasting
..like a pair of gun
full of rebels
He dont loves sparking undercover roles
He dont loves sparking undercovers nose!
New money, bill shopping, after caught your man with
Chorus: (x2)
Turn it up, turn it up, tell the DJ turn it up
Turn it up, turn it up, tell the DJ turn it up
Turn it up, turn it up, tell the DJ turn it up
Turn the DJ turn it up, cause we aint really get enough!
