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letra de turnt up - lil kranky

[chorus]
(phew, phew, phew)
yeah, diamonds, diamonds, slatt
pull up, pull up diamond vest
got the coupes up, all my chains legit
i can’t mess with no hoe thats not my b-tch (yeah)
roll up 50 bands, i’m buying the whole building
make to much money, them digits always lifting
don’t be talking sh-t, you know we just don’t do k!lling
in a urus all i do it just be chillin’ (slatt)

[verse]
roll your bands out, roll them diamonds out
all yo’ chains fake, b-tch, that sh-t ain’t glarin’
24′ carot gold chain on my neck, it icy
dip yo’ cheese on that sauce, it spicy
racks comin’ in banks my account, it twice-y
i cannot f-ck with no snitch, they some rats
pull up .50, get you cut like some well done stake
bank?, yeah you broke
all i do is geek up mornin’ and night, i can’t feel my limbs
yeah my money so d-mn tall, i could touch the rims
all you do is beg for that money that you want
my diamonds way to slatt, get yo’ mouth off my c-ck
run that sh-t up back again, all i see is number ones
still making billions, no i am not done
get you sliced with the uzi, call that home-run
[chorus]
(phew, phew, phew)
yeah, diamonds, diamonds, slatt
pull up, pull up diamond vest
got the coupes up, all my chains legit
i can’t mess with no hoe thats not my b-tch (yeah)
roll up 50 bands, i’m buying the whole building
make to much money, them digits always lifting
don’t be talking sh-t, you know we just don’t do k!lling
in a urus all i do it just be chillin’ (slatt)

[verse]
roll your bands out, roll them diamonds out
all yo’ chains fake, b-tch, that sh-t ain’t glarin’
24′ carot gold chain on my neck, it icy
dip yo’ cheese on that sauce, it spicy
racks comin’ in banks my account, it twice-y
i cannot f-ck with no snitch, they some rats
pull up .50, get you cut like some well done stake
bank?, yeah you broke
all i do is geek up mornin’ and night, i can’t feel my limbs
yeah my money so d-mn tall, i could touch the rims
all you do is beg for that money that you want
my diamonds way to slatt, get yo’ mouth off my c-ck
run that sh-t up back again, all i see is number ones
still making billions, no i am not done
get you sliced with the uzi, call that home-run
[outro]
yeah, diamonds, diamonds, slatt
pull up, pull up diamond vest
got the coupes up, all my chains legit
i can’t mess with no hoe thats not my b-tch (yeah)
roll up 50 bands, i’m buying the whole building
make to much money, them digits always lifting
don’t be talking sh-t, you know we just don’t do k!lling
in a urus all i do it just be chillin’ (slatt)

- lil kranky

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