Yung Simmie, Robb Bank$, Cashya - Let Me Turn You Up lyrics
[Yung Simmie, Robb Bank$, Cashya - Let Me Turn You Up lyrics]
Let me turn you up let me get you high nigga
Let me get you drunk
You standing on the wall nigga
You ain’t turning up
Let me turn you up
You standing on the wall nigga
You ain’t turning up
Bad bitches, double cups nigga
Let me turn you up
Bad bitches, double cups
So you know I’m turning up
Asking me what’s in my cup
Boy you betta tighten up
Walked in with bad bitches
Now we coolin in the cut
You walked in with no bitches nigga
You ain’t turnin up
I throwing cash at that ass
Cause she strippin’ for the team
Sippin lean with my team
You can’t hang what you mean
500 all ones in my True Religion jeans
I’ll throw it at your bitch
I turn up on the scene whoop
I’m probably turnin up i never gave a fuck
And I’m all about my bucks
These bitches know what’s up
When I put my mac down
I’m guaranteed to fuck
I’m probably rolling up
I couple hundred blunts
You ain’t even turn up
You get lost for months in law I trust
Too hot I can’t be touched
And nigga drop the skunk
Them bitches came with you
But they probably leave with us what?
I’m a black rainbow
Tumbl’r got on runway clothes
I use them all for stemcell research
And I pass kidney stones
And not to sound complacent
I just want power next to my name
Like a radio station
I dropped the city and when to
The motherland for 6 months
And I still get on Twitter
And I drop some shit
And they treat a nigga like he never left
Oh, cause a nigga be quiet
Bitch everything on your side quick
Fuck in the bathroom just to
See how she react in a hostile environment
Let me get you drunk
You standing on the wall nigga
You ain’t turning up
Let me turn you up
You standing on the wall nigga
You ain’t turning up
Bad bitches, double cups nigga
Let me turn you up
Bad bitches, double cups
So you know I’m turning up
Asking me what’s in my cup
Boy you betta tighten up
Walked in with bad bitches
Now we coolin in the cut
You walked in with no bitches nigga
You ain’t turnin up
I throwing cash at that ass
Cause she strippin’ for the team
Sippin lean with my team
You can’t hang what you mean
500 all ones in my True Religion jeans
I’ll throw it at your bitch
I turn up on the scene whoop
I’m probably turnin up i never gave a fuck
And I’m all about my bucks
These bitches know what’s up
When I put my mac down
I’m guaranteed to fuck
I’m probably rolling up
I couple hundred blunts
You ain’t even turn up
You get lost for months in law I trust
Too hot I can’t be touched
And nigga drop the skunk
Them bitches came with you
But they probably leave with us what?
I’m a black rainbow
Tumbl’r got on runway clothes
I use them all for stemcell research
And I pass kidney stones
And not to sound complacent
I just want power next to my name
Like a radio station
I dropped the city and when to
The motherland for 6 months
And I still get on Twitter
And I drop some shit
And they treat a nigga like he never left
Oh, cause a nigga be quiet
Bitch everything on your side quick
Fuck in the bathroom just to
See how she react in a hostile environment