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letra de turnt up - bslime

[intro: fn dadealer]
nah’ mean?
no handouts, you know all this sh-t out the mud, that mean
on god

[chorus: fn dadealer]
turnt up on the man, not no handouts
we ain’t ever had a plan, somehow it planned out
i be pullin’ up pullin’ bands out
they was hatin’, what they sayin’ now?
he ain’t savin’ now, he ran out
i ain’t ever runnin’ out, i can make it rain, n-gga, f-ck a drought

[verse 1: bslime]
yeah, i can push a n-gga out
n-gga beefin’ ’bout these b-tches from the south
tryna get a name, n-gga want some clout
screamin’ out, “gang,” but he run his mouth
big guns on my feet, i’m a motherf-ckin’ stepper
five-hundred the sheets, i’ma go head and bend her
she ridin’, we ridin’, we hoppin’ out rentals
walk down gang, we walk up with n-ggas, yeah
i got a b-tch on thе westside, call her thе best side
f-ck her too good, the b-tch had to tap out
i’m ’bout my business, they done brung a ‘vette out
he want attention, bring diamonds and testin’
i’m a young n-gga [?] with the setter
ride with the glock but my partner the devil
hit her with the stick, tik tok, gotta shuffle
bust down chain, all my ice got levels
f-ck with fn, you gon’ end up in digits
these glocks got these switches, we ready to tick it
we takin’ the top off the motherf-ckin’ ceiling
[?] handle the business
these cars ain’t rented, a young n-gga livin’
i got some ice and i’m [?] jeweler
i could’ve went plain, but i like to school ’em
they screamin’ my name, that young n-gga do it
[chorus: fn dadealer]
turnt up on the man, not no handouts
we ain’t ever had a plan, somehow it planned out
i be pullin’ up pullin’ bands out
they was hatin’, what they sayin’ now?
he ain’t savin’ now, he ran out
i ain’t ever runnin’ out, i can make it rain, n-gga, f-ck a drought
turnt up on the man, not no handouts
we ain’t ever had a plan, somehow it planned out
i be pullin’ up pullin’ bands out
they was hatin’, what they sayin’ now?
he ain’t savin’ now, he ran out
i ain’t ever runnin’ out, i can make it rain, n-gga, f-ck a drought

[verse 2: fn dadealer]
full time rapper, still hang with trappers
full time clapper, n-gga, we get active
ridin’ ’round the city, i be with the jacker
slidin’, got the bl!cky, tryna catch ’em lackin’
i ran up some sh-t you can never imagine
they jackin’ the swag, got me dippin’ and dabbin’
say you got hit up and don’t know what happened
that’s what you get for that motherf-ckin’ lackin’
pockets on full and i hop out the coupe
you ain’t rockin’ with me, i ain’t rockin’ with you
oh, you poppin’ at me? don’t be poppin’ at you
all these clips be extended, lil’ somethin’ like a ruler
i’m still in the streets, gotta watch how i’m movin’
i had to learn how to maneuver
i keep my heat, i still be the coolest
oh, you a gangster, lil’ n-gga? then prove it
boy, who the f-ck is you foolin’?
empty the clip, finna shoot me a movie
you say that i ain’t got it, you gotta be stupid
ho, i’m a rich kid like skooly, huh
no handouts, got this sh-t out the mud, they ain’t help me do it
i’m the man now, i done turnt up and i’m drivin’ the newest
[chorus: fn dadealer]
turnt up on the man, not no handouts
we ain’t ever had a plan, somehow it planned out
i be pullin’ up pullin’ bands out
they was hatin’, what they sayin’ now?
he ain’t savin’ now, he ran out
i ain’t ever runnin’ out, i can make it rain, n-gga, f-ck a drought
turnt up on the man, not no handouts
we ain’t ever had a plan, somehow it planned out
i be pullin’ up pullin’ bands out
they was hatin’, what they sayin’ now?
he ain’t savin’ now, he ran out
i ain’t ever runnin’ out, i can make it rain, n-gga, f-ck a drought

- bslime

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