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Lyrics - Turn It Up
Lyrics by Oneplix · 115 BPM · Cmin
Verse 1:
One shot, two shot, three shot, four
When I’m kicking it with you I always drink

to get high
Standing on business fuck friends
In my heart you die
I love you u love me
Bitch where is my money
Better have my shit
By the end of the week

by the demons I come from 
A kingdom higher than our sun in the sky way up  
Think about that flame, we call it love that burns inside of us 
I'm

the floor
Feel the beat, ask for more
Hands up high, let it go
In the rhythm, lose control

Hands in the air, everywhere
Our sweat, we share
Step by step, in

and catch the fuck up
All my niggas sour, patch your ass the fuck up
Your niggas just flour, no dough and no nuts
They sweet as Dunkin' Donuts, end up lunch

at the 5, bitch, you know we tryna spin
Check the score, we up by 4, I let em go, we bound to win
I done got down to the 3, like, what the fuck, I'm going in

I don't really love you
But Imma take my time when I fuck you
Made my mind before I met you
There's no question what I must do
Is this really how you

fo real tho

I don’t love them HOES, I just bang them HOES
Keep the drakeo loaded for all my foes
No fake love, No new friends
When I met you NIGGA’S

4:44
Got the rupees on a mission, on a high
For love or, war
Concrete waves get destroyed, on a lie
Getting new toys, getting paid day by day
Ill

sweet, got her fucking up my eyes
I tell you bring the heat if you coming after us

Bitch, TPC not folding for no game now
We holding 4G out, it's close
We

love a lil homebody, stay out the way, I like my bitch untouchable
I been running it up, fuck them shoebox dreams, I'm tryna stash in a duffel

And I'm

in mask, I feel like Fredo
Phenny in my liquor cup, numbness in my liquor cup
I bend her over, lick her up, she over sweet like honey bun
Haters still

supply the plug
New crib so I punched a designer rug
High as hell, Yao Ming off designer drugs
No cap, more chops than the biker club

Got a sweet tooth

If You Got the Money

Jamie T.

Panic Prevention [Bonus Tracks]

2007

what you're told man choke on it

We be near heaven at a quarter to eleven
By three we are thinking of the love we lost
By four we be high,
Thinking

pocket it can't fold now

And I'm bout to blow up like a dominator
Keep the choppa by my side like a terminator
Diamonds biting on my wrist like

IV Moon Domine
Music & Lyric: Alexander Jorge Parra
At the gates of the graveyard I wait the arrival of shadows
At midnight I will dance on a grave

i'd know
And you made it out
But I made it home
And i'm not lonely any more

(If you love me)
(I do, but no)

Now I can see everybody Else
Four years

like you love 'em right now
And all my bitchy little kitties say "Meow"

Petting on my pussy like he wanted me
Wanted me to
Do you do what you cat wants

escape
That's why you stay awake, can't sleep

And he's got super senses
Like Marlon Wayans of Senseless
So sensitive
Affected by the past and the present

will die
Killer on the road, yeah.

Girl you gotta love your man
Girl you gotta love your man
Take him by the hand
Make him understand
The world on you

Chorus: Yo! Lamarra let me say I think your love so divine, 
the way you stole my heart a beautiful crime.
And I could search this whole wide world

Written by 
Cornelius Raynor Jr

Twisted
It can be twisted
I know my brain can be twisted
But I love my bae cause she with it

I know my brain that

was too hitched on that new Colorado
Said I'm too sweet so you went full throttle
These women don't even really be moving me the same
Fuck around

on the rocks ticking off sweet lullabies
as we say our goodbyes

Oh we've been singing our love songs
I surely hope, that they could be