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letra de turn me up - kingg bucc

[intro: kingg bucc]
ayo [?] turn me up
169 2020 building
700 on the everything
you know it’s the crown b-tch
let’s go, ayy

[chorus: kingg bucc]
machine gun spittin’ like machine gun kelly
playing with a ar 15, r kelly
my main text my side b-tch like she ain’t gon’ tell me
bi-bi-b-tch don’t show me pics i done seen already
it’s some hoes in this house, i hope they shoes off, i got carpet
i know n-ggas takin’ pics with glizzies, ain’t them boys gon’ pop it
lotta blue faces in my motherf-cking pocket
ay, b-tch if you gon’ suck me up you better do it sloppy

[verse 1: kingg bucc]
free my hitta, it’s gon’ be some bodies when he come out
told my hitta better pop that pistol if he run out
we gon’ hit a l!ck and kick that door in when the sun out
i heard it was a milli in this b-tch like donald trump house
i was being so productive, made a quarter where i hung out
it was rapping, it was scr-pping, it was trapping where i hung out
man i had to ’cause i had them mj’s with the tongue out
sk’s at my mom house, bring it out it food done run out
i don’t want piano lessons baby, i want different keys
i don’t wanna sow a seed baby, i want different trees
everybody want some smoke, man p-ssy n-gga please
everybody change they mind when they hear that trigger squeeze
[chorus: kingg bucc]
machine gun spittin’ like machine gun kelly
playing with a ar 15, r kelly
my main text my side b-tch like she ain’t gon’ tell me
bi-bi-b-tch don’t show me pics i done seen already
it’s some hoes in this house, i hope they shoes off, i got carpet
i know n-ggas takin’ pics with glizzies, ain’t them boys gon’ pop it
lotta blue faces in my motherf-cking pocket
ay, b-tch if you gon’ suck me up you better do it sloppy

[verse 2: nle choppa]
ay, ay, bought a new draco, but i just spent a k up on a k
aim at your face and let it blow, we gon’ get ’em out the way
my lil’ homie on a drill, told him hop out the car when he spray
in a h-llcat we kidnapped him, then we left him at the heaven’s gate
7.62 by 51’s, i put it in .308’s
we slidin’ with this sh-t, we ridin’ with this sh-t, we boost the rate
we up the count, we burned the block up, then we skirt off from the jakes
i kicked the door and put the pole in your face, then go through your safe
you ain’t safe when my n-ggas bump down with this drac’
time can’t save him, catch him where he at it’s doa
f-ck your brother n-gga we the one that put him in a grave
we ain’t runnin’ no pockets, we want his soul if he play

- kingg bucc

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