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letra de turn up (feat. vtizzel, mellay, vazh) - kantraban kartel

[verse 1: vtizzel]
turn up turn up turn up
p-ssy ass n-gga better beat it like a turnip
my bars cold but ain’t as froze as i wanna
n-gga i’m fire like legal marijuana (huh)
n-gga f-ck wit me then he a goner
spare his life nah, i ain’t never even thought of that
said he was the leader of the team
little did i know he on bench that’s starter cap
aye n-gga i’m here
gold mouth grill by the end of year
i’m 21 i can drink me a beer
alcoholic like dad might just be what i fear, trauma
i’m tryna make it provide for my mama
spit on these pigs like your boy is a llama
i maybe a goat
but ain’t never a sheep
i ain’t lying dog, less your girl in the sheets
murder bae p-ss like i’m k!lling this beat
n-gga so sick got a k!ller disease
i ain’t here for the extra curricular
i’m here for the bands in particular
i’m lookin so clean so meticulous
the mental on me so ridiculous
mind large as the cosmos
you n-ggas dummer than cosmo
sink shots wit my eyes closed
three commas no typos
pockets fat no lypo
suction what i like though
pass me the lob and i’m throwing it back
pass up on me then i’m blowing the gat
tryna get to a life where i don’t have to rack
so to keep it a g i’m a blow me a stack
droppin a grip on a grip
rocking the boat and i bet i won’t slip
voyager cruise i’m in sp-ce when i ship
when i stumble in autumn won’t fall when i trip
b-tch, this is as hard as it gets
break these bars down when you talk to your kids
and i already know what they first words is
this n-gga is crazy vtizzel go skitz, b-tch
[verse 2: mellay]
wonder how it look when you finally go and get paid
big house, big chains
big whips, big things
big pockets but an empty soul can’t fill with diamonds
spit back at em like orthodontist
if you wanna throw shade go peep the comments
you don’t really got game, don’t talk be honest
drop the lava, crowd get rowdy rowdy
already been beat down, i got brought back
punk and metal, smooth jazz and raw rap
mixed with a lil rakim and all that
shaolin, a black belt, sword, and all man
mad cause they wanna be platinum
put a track up in a mag like maxim
and a plaque in a backroom at random
out in cancun with a 2 door phantom
with a bad girl in the background, dancing
with a camera, two cams on, canon
but they never wanna work so they rap average
f-ck where the cash is, rap for the passion

[verse 3: vazh]
turn up ain’t talking bout decibels
x-man is built like a sentinel
i’m a celestial
hotter than p-ss out of robert or raymond
if she tryna claim me i state that she crazy
a state of confusion state emergency
i hit yo line better answer with urgency
this sh-t really baffling n-gga
i’m still going hard holding back for these n-ggas
i got my drip from the back of the thrift store
who the f-ck told you to touch my calypso
i got some distillate that’s why my lids low
pass me my yerba, i’m facing not sipping it
dumb down my verbal it’s grace for the simpletons
racial profile can’t beef with no n-ggas on internet
most of these rappers be primitive
cut off my verse i cause i don’t wanna finish them

- kantraban kartel

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