Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Turnt, artist - The-Dream. Date of issue: 27.05.2013
Song language: English
Turnt |
| Red light special, undress me under the candle light |
| Turnt up in this business, 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 say the word |
| And I’ll be right there on ya |
| All you gotta do, is say the word |
| And I’ll be right there for ya |
| Do this while I do that, we like «good, true that» |
| Come baby be you, get on it while I see you |
| Turnt up, all the way to the ceiling |
| Burnt up, till you ain’t got no feeling |
| On my phone like Siri, talkin bout you gon kill it |
| Beat it up, until I black out; |
| cash up, boy |
| I need this sexy (ratchet) sophisticated (ratchet) |
| The black leather with the sun outside in the summer time (ratchet) |
| She need that cocky (ratchet) ready to cock back (ratchet) |
| That drop top, and B symbol, on me with a (ratchet) |
| Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, woah |
| Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, woah |
| Loving everything you do, baby I’m in love with you |
| Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, woah |
| Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, woah |
| 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, and watch you do all the things I like |
| Say you the reason why all of these rap niggas start singing |
| She say 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 |
| My phone, like: «Siri, I told you I was gon killed it» |
| Got my chains all on that jelly; |
| Where Michelle at? |
| Where Kelly? |
| Got a picnic table my automo |
| Pull up, blow the horn and 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 |
| Ye ain’t kickin it you get kicked out |
| I don’t bring sand in my beach house |
| And your body must be anticipated |
| Cause it already done leaked out |