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People think I'm crazy But I love you 'cause you crazy too (Radio Killa!) Red light special, undress me under the candle light Turnt up in this bidness Watch me do all of them things you like I'm ready to go, ready to blow like Grammy night In the back of that limousine Billy bob, and Angeline All you gotta do, is the say the word And I'll be right there on ya All you gotta do, is the say the word And I'll be right there for ya Do this while I do that, we like good tru dat Come on baby be you, get on it while I see you Turn up, all the way to the ceiling Burn up, till you ain't got no feeling On my phone, let's hear it Talkin' bout you gon' kill it Beat it up, until I black out Cash out, watch out I need that Sexy (Ratchet) Sophisticated (Ratchet) That black leather When it's hot outside in the summer time (Ratchet) She need that cocky (Ratchet) Ready to cock back (Ratchet) That drop top in December, or mid winter (Ratchet) Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, boy Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, boy Loving everything you do Baby I'm in love with you Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, boy Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, boy People think I'm crazy But I love you 'cause you crazy too You're my black light special She hotter than a flame tonight Burn up in this ho And watch her do all the things I like Say you the reason why All of these rap niggas start singing She said you the reason why All of these cute girls got babies All you gotta do is say what's happening And I'll be right there baby All you gotta do is say what's popping And I'll be right there shorty On the phone like Siri, I told you I was gon' kill it Got my chains all on that jelly Where Michelle at? Where Kelly? I need that Sexy (Ratchet) Sophisticated (Ratchet) That black leather When it's hot outside in the summer time (Ratchet) She need that cocky (Ratchet) Ready to cock back (Ratchet) That drop top in December, or mid winter (Ratchet) Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, boy Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, boy Loving everything you do Baby I'm in love with you Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, boy Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, boy People think I'm crazy But I love you 'cause you crazy too Got a picnic table my automo Pull up, blow the horn “Girl we gotta go" You come out lookin' like a Pot 'o Gold Now they tryna cramp our style, Charley Horse I’m like "What's yo name? What's yo phone number?" I kill that thang woah, Manslaughter You so sexy man I ain’t flexin' Shorty I’ll drink your bath water Ferragamo’s are my loafers Got my loafers on the sofa And I’m drinkin' out the bottle Man I’m gonna need a bib Lookin' like a kid, tell you what it is Tell you where to go, man I tell you what I did You ain't kickin' it, you get kicked out I don’t bring sand to my beach house And your body must be anticipated 'Cause it already done leaked out I need that Sexy (Ratchet) Sophisticated (Ratchet) That black leather When it's hot outside in the summer time (Ratchet) I need that cocky (Ratchet) Ready to cock back (Ratchet) That drop top in December, or mid winter (Ratchet) Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, boy Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, boy Loving everything you do Baby I'm in love with you Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, boy Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, boy People think I'm crazy But I love you 'cause you crazy too