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letra de #turntupnotburntup - vonoff1700

[intro]
yeah, spam (d.a. got that dope)
turn it up a lil’ bit more, a little bit more (alright, we gone)
alright (turnt up, not burnt up, n-gga dissed on the gang, gon’ get his dumb ass sent up)
alright, alright, come on, come on

[verse]
i be ready to crash, but i pay the bills and sh-t now, so i can’t go
i say i ain’t slidin’ no more, then i get me lo’ and right back swingin’ my door (right back slidin’)
n-ggas keep yellin’, “help,” but me, i ain’t had that sh-t, boy, i built that sh-t up from the floor (you know that)
b-tch, free lil three (free my brother), if we wasn’t out here stealin’, we was tryna go up on the score
why the f-ck is you up in face steady beggin’ for face if you sneak dissin’ me to a ho? (your b-tch ass)
last n-gga dissed on the gang made first 48, got his dumb ass lеft at the store (his dumb ass)
whenеver i spin through there, i’m tryna lay somethin’ down, i ain’t takin’ no b-tch to the o (i’m not)
when it’s time to go shoot my gun, i’m standin’ frontline, i ain’t never gon’ run from the smoke (i’m out here)
and f-ck his mama, whenever they tell her he dead, i hope that b-tch have a stroke (her poor ass)
i done did way too much for this spot i got, i ain’t never gon’ go back broke
landed on deck with one of the opps and that dirty-ass n-gga ain’t had no soap (his broke ass)
wanna learn how to slide, go and get your mask and gloves, lil’ vonno gon’ treat you the ropes (you know that)
better bounce out and blow, got his ass left in the snow, 7.62 went straight through his coat
it’s two n-ggas up on that block, i got thirty-three shots, when i bounce out, i’m k!llin’ em both (come here, come here, come here, come here)
hit his ass so many times, he was dead on the scene, they ain’t even try to check on his pulse (his dead ass)
why his lame ass stealin’ my flow? the opps get booked for a show and we k!llin’ the host
before i even let off the shots, he was runnin’ and screamin’, his b-tch ass was doin’ the most (ah)
they say he was dissin’ on snap, caught him and clapped him and turned his dumb ass a ghost
caught his ass workin’ a pack, bounced out on him and smoked his dumb ass like a roach (he dead)
i ain’t make the team, that f-ck n-gga crushed my dreams, i’ll f-ck around, shoot at the coach
better get you a drac’, f-ck is that lil’-ass 9? that’s somethin’ i won’t even tote (for real)
lil’ vonno, i’m turnt, the way that i’m ballin’ these hoes, they say that i could’ve went pro (d1)
i done caught like three in a row (huh?)
they say that the lil’ n-gga dead (sh-t), but i already know
catch a b and fall off in the ‘yo
mike got him a goofy, charge seventy-five for a ‘bow, n-gga (his dumb ass)
[outro]
n-gga, turnt up, not burnt up, n-gga dissed on the gang, gon’ get his dumb ass sent up, n-gga
we the gang, n-ggas wanna be the gang, we’ll come r.i.p. your gang, n-gga
long live mook, long live mike, forever toss for the gang
we catch your ass, we layin’ your ass down, man, go

- vonoff1700

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