| Whoo, yeah, turn it up
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| Alchemist, you know what to do
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| Bump that, turn it up, whoo
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| Crazy daddy
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| A’yo, y’all niggas can’t fuck with me, my flow’s nuclear
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| Fuck for the month I want the verse of the year
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| I straighten shit out, you could put me in ya hair
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| Perm-like bars, burn like scars, cooked up flow in a Pyrex jar
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| Naw, I ain’t the new millennium raw, Kool G. or K. R
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| I’m just doin me, Sheek Louch a motherfuckin hot MC
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| Don’t get it twis', don’t get add to my fuck you list, unless you a bitch
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| Cause I ain’t got time, I’m not near rich
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| We could let it drop or we could let it pop
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| Make your decision 'fore I make my incision
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| Head on collision, head-body division
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| Spirit fly away like a motherfuckin pigeon
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| Take that to your grave, y’all niggas behave
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| Yeah, D-Block is knockin, turn it up
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| We got it poppin, turn it up
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| We comin for y’all, turn it up
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| Niggas they droppin, turn it up
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| We got the streets locked, turn it up
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| If it’s beef let your heat cock, turn it up
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| Welcome to D-Block, turn it up
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| Cause we don’t fuck around
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| What, that nigga Sheek is the truth
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| You would think he had a stripper inside how he go hard in the booth
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| Lazer on the roof, squeeze off then poof
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| Presto magic, like where did his chest go?
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| Think not homie, got a ziploc on me
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| Of that sticky icky in the pocket of my dickie
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| Just drunk a half of sixty, kinda bended
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| Hat low, knockin, bout to fuck up the rented
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| I’m a general, I stepped up from a liutenant
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| This is D-Block, join us, don’t get offended
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| Cause I ain’t lettin up and you ain’t lettin off
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| Plus I already know that most of y’all is soft
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| The hood love me, put it in the air for me
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| And boy cop mixtapes if they don’t hear from me
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| Got cake but occasionally you catch me bummy
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| I’m too smart on the streets you fuckin dummy
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| A’yo, real niggas relate to me
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| Jealous niggas can’t wait to send the shell of a tray-eight through me
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| Don’t miss cause it’s uh-oh like Lumi
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| Sun out, Sheek make the sky get gloomy
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| I bail it all to you, I give you my life
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| I write it in ink or blood, nigga pass my knife
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| I’m takin it there, even if they give me the chair
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| I’m blacked out in the gear, Huey new in the wear
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| My fist stuck screamin black power
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| I ain’t gon lie, that shit could wash off in the shower
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| Cause I don’t care what color you are
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| Nigga clap at the kid, the kid tryna levitate your car
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| I’m not a star
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| I’m a nigga that’ll issue the star
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| I’m that nigga wit his hammer on him, at the bar
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| Sheek a straight up crook who got you shook
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| A’yo Alchemist, bring in the hook
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| Let’s go |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Turn It Up , by - Sheek Louch. Song from the album Walk Witt Me, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп