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letra de turn the bass up - potluck

[intro]
turn the f-cking b-ss up
i got the b-ss vibrating
turn the f-cking b-ss up

[verse 1 – underrated]
potluck is in the building, rocking the party
hotboxing like we bob marley
smoking on some bomb with a blonde barbie
shots of crown, you want to battle me, i’ll finish you
the club is packed out, the crowd’s bouncing like some t-tties do
hands high like we wearing a ski mask
the music’s blaring loud, amps turned up to the max
girls dance around, getting naked shaking they -ss
f-ck being cl-ssy, we go hard all night and party till we crash

[verse 2 – 1 ton]
i’m a professional, the microphone is my tool
i can play it cool or i can really act a fool
depending just how drunk i get or what type of some drugs i’m on
i’m rocking parties all night long, rolling till the break of dawn
we got some haters lurking just because they ladies twerking
i’m up here working, representing potluck till it’s curtains
this is what we do, this sh-t ain’t nothing
we always get the place jumping every time the b-ss bumping

[hook – underrated][x2]
pablo got that ooh, pablo got that ooh
what was burning through the roof i [?] marijuana [?]
we shop pop bands, we shop pop bands
pull up [?] their speakers knocking, it’s potluck [?]

[verse 3 – underrated]
we push it to the limit, then we going past that
hop up on the stage, go crazy with the fast rap
girls flash t-ts and flashing pics like snapchat
p-ss me the weed, i take a hit and p-ss that sh-t back

[verse 4 – 1 ton]
potluck up in this b-tch, we living stoner rich
i want to [?] tip, i’m still kicking that rugged sh-t
i got some rhymes to spit, i got some heads to split
and we gone rock it till you say we’s the best at this

[verse 5 – underrated]
we all family celebrating, man we keep it tight
gangsters, emos, bros, and juggalos, let’s all unite
starting up the moshpit, when i spit i get em hyped
turn the f-cking b-ss up, let it bump, it’s on tonight

[verse 6 – 1 ton]
we bouncing off the walls, we blow the f-cking roof off
so turn the f-cking b-ss up, turn the f-cking b-ss up
we gonna party hard like we won’t wake up tomorrow
we got these women shaking -sses like it’s raining dollars

[verse 7 – liquid -ss-ssin]
two shots and i’m double fisting
potluck and liquid, ain’t no f-cking with it
hoes strip tease, hit knees, pull my d-ck out, tongue kiss it
b-ss kicking like karate n-gga
walls shaking like ali n-gga
hard wasted in all places
no turning down if we party with you
liquid bottles up, f-cking with [?] the constant bump
after the show you already know it’s going down on compton bus
i’m counting crowns, swallowing whiskey
my zipper down, oh, monica lewinsky
we straight zoning, can’t hate on him, we wyling boy
sneakers blaring but we ain’t caring, we in this b-tch making a lot of noise
hate us, turn the b-ss up on them fake f-cks, oh yeah
even og larry n-ggas know that

- potluck

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