
TURN UP BURN UP Lil Keed
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[Intro]
(Aye, pull up lam)
(Damn dior)
YSL nigga
(Bloublood, you know I'm sayin')
Keed talk to 'em
[Chorus]
I'm going drop top, tell 'em to hold the rain
It is an old school, with the wet paint (shit, yeah)
I'm just doing my [bars?], I ain't sent out the best [?] (yeah)
Show u a hundred [large?] coming straight out the bank
[Verse]
I can't turn up, smoke best weed got burn up
I'm from [?] (yeah), nor the wrist hit like the sun up
She talking about spending shit, of course imma slime and [gun her?]
I can't love that bitch, she coming with too much drama (yeah)
The bitch I will get in the gang, the thirty clip hanging out the chain
[?]
I'm with some steppers, ain't no debate
Just like Hugh Hefner, got [vibes in the place?]
Got no calendar, I don't know 'bout the date
Pussy nigga, you better count your days
And soon [?], make it rain that day
Trynna gang blow like landmine
You spare your opps, I ain't spare mine
[Intro]
(Aye, pull up lam)
(Damn dior)
YSL nigga
(Bloublood, you know I'm sayin')
Keed talk to 'em
[Chorus]
I'm going drop top, tell 'em to hold the rain
It is an old school, with the wet paint (shit, yeah)
I'm just doing my [bars?], I ain't sent out the best [?] (yeah)
Show u a hundred [large?] coming straight out the bank
[Verse]
I can't turn up, smoke best weed got burn up
I'm from [?] (yeah), nor the wrist hit like the sun up
She talking about spending shit, of course imma slime and [gun her?]
I can't love that bitch, she coming with too much drama (yeah)
The bitch I will get in the gang, the thirty clip hanging out the chain
[?]
I'm with some steppers, ain't no debate
Just like Hugh Hefner, got [vibes in the place?]
Got no calendar, I don't know 'bout the date
Pussy nigga, you better count your days
And soon [?], make it rain that day
Trynna gang blow like landmine
You spare your opps, I ain't spare mine
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