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letra de turn it up - rico nasty

[verse 1]
turn it up, never pay attention to a hatin’ ass hoe
don’t be on sh-t, but i bet they share each others clothes
bet my weed smell like p-ss, inhale that i exhale out my nose
i got these hoes so mad
like they off the coke, i got them blown
i step on the stage, put on a show (woah-woah-woah)
speak out on my name, go toe to toe (let’s go)
he ain’t ever met a b-tch like me, i know
you know we easy breezy (d-mn)
diamonds vv (yеah), creepy (ooh)
heebie-jeebies (woah), in the jeep (woah)
wе jeepers-creepers (huh)
think she bad (huh), but b-tch, i’m eatin’

[chorus]
i just put the cash in a stash
why you lookin’ on my page and you ain’t even wash ya ass?
i got a cheque, now i don’t know how to act (d-mn)
in my new crib playin’ with my son in the grass (woah, hoe)
pop designer tags (yeah), lookin’ sad (ayy)
in the house mad (hahaha), b-tch, go and get a bag
puff, puff, pass, make a hundred on a bag though, man
these hoes be frontin’ like they’re d-mn lace

[verse 2]
put a b-tch to sleep just for pillow talking (sleep)
shawty ass fat, see it through the joggers (look)
i’m the realest out, if we’re being honest (uh-huh)
don’t call me paranoid ’cause i’m just used to being conscious
i’ma be the one that still got it, i’m not the one that lost it
she gon’ pop a perc like lil gotit and then she get to poppin’
soon as we walk in the party, you feel the speakers knockin’
he said that i was ugly, but now he eye-lockin’
she said that she ain’t like me, now the b-tch head boppin’
i’ve been on her mind all day, i got her head throbbin’
i know that they gon’ ride my wave, i keep the boat rockin’
i told my plug that i can’t choose, just bring me all the options
my money blue, just like a zoo, it fill up both pockets (yeah)
you and yo’ boyfriend h-lla lame, ya’ll need to both stop it
and if a hoe watchin’
she see this fit cost more than her whole closet (d-mn)
[chorus]
i just put the cash in a stash
why you lookin’ on my page and you ain’t even wash ya ass?
i got a cheque now i don’t know how to act (d-mn)
in my new crib playin’ with my son in the grass (woah, hoe)
pop designer tags (yeah), lookin’ sad (ayy)
in the house mad (hahaha), b-tch, go and get a bag
puff, puff, pass, make a hundred on a bag though, man
these hoes be frontin’ like they’re d-mn lace

- rico nasty

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