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Lyrify.me

Turn Up by KTS Von Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2012

[Intro]
Yeah, uh
Let's go leggo
Turn up turn up
Go dumb on these bitchass niggas

[Chorus]
Smokin' dope, I’m so doped up
With a bad hoe she just pulled up
Don’t mind us, she just roll up
Think the law's lurkin' so hold up
We in it though
Spendin' dough
She a nympho
Shorty gon' go
Got the team with me
So we winnin' hoe, winnin' hoe
Smokin' dope, I’m so doped up
With a bad hoe she just pulled up
Don’t mind us, she just roll up
Think the law's lurkin' so hold up
We in it though
Spendin' dough
She a nympho
Shorty gon' go
Got the team with me
So we winnin' hoe, winnin' ​hoe
[Verse 1]
My team linin’ niggas up like cornrows
Bad hoe just wanna slide on us damn that’s a lotta doors
My team winnin’, fuck yours
Wе takin’ L’s just can’t afford
These fuck niggas, they losin' hard
Thеse fuck boys just makin' noise
My team, we Killanois
This Chiraq, this Drillanois
Where young niggas carry big toys
They slayin' shit, they killin' boys
Toe taggin' shit real hitters boy
Got a bitch poppin' her ass off
Let the hoe makin' lips up just to get the shit capped off
Opp hoes gettin' at both side
She can get her shit whacked off
Big Mac bustin' no Mac Sauce
Red dot a nigga like Rudolph
Lip gloss niggas get smacked off
Just for thinkin' shit Gucci
These niggas swear they finessin'
Just 'cause they rock Truies
Big long clips like a movie
Her pussy wet, Jacuzzi
We smokin', smokin' niggas like Pookie
Big long clips like a movie
Her pussy wet, Jacuzzi
We smokin', smokin' dope like Pookie
Pray to God his mama don’t bury him in fake Gucci
Pray to God his mama don’t bury him in fake Louis
Pray to God his mama don’t bury him in fake Truies
'Cause we smokin' smokin' smokin' niggas, doobies
[Chorus]
Smokin' dope, I’m so doped up
With a bad hoe she just pulled up
Don’t mind us, she just roll up
Think the law's lurkin' so hold up (Hold uuuup)
We in it though
Spendin' dough
She a nympho
Shorty gon' go
Got the team with me
So we winnin' hoe, winnin' hoe (Yeah)
Smokin' dope, I’m so doped up (Ah)
With a bad hoe she just pulled up
Don’t mind us, she just roll up (Yeah)
Think the law's lurkin' so hold up (Hold uuuup)
We in it though
Spendin' dough
She a nympho (Go crazy)
Shorty gon' go
Got the team with me (Go dumb)
So we winnin' hoe, winnin' ​hoe

[Verse 2]
Coolin' chillin on a opp block
With a opp hoe, gettin' opp top
These fuck niggas don’t smoke dope
She fuck around with a hot shot
All my shots, top notch
Fuck around with killer
Now I’m smokin on killa
Out here and it all hitters
Got a bad hoe, good dope
We smoke dope, rock like boss
Respect me like the G code
Only thing that matters is the C notes
We cop bricks from my 'migos
Hundred shots, shoot in front the cops
They roll up, that’s a hundred shots
Out here lurkin’, there go the opps
Drumroll, nonstop
I’m Kutthroat, we take blocks
You better find out who popped Roc
Get caught lackin', you get popped
Gotti Block, Gotti Block
My young niggas got a lotta opps
I’m out here, with a lotta thots
So much money on fed watch
Gotta know I'm with it
Lame niggas they snooze watch
Clip that big banger these fuck niggas they changed on me
Hoe wanna give me top, tell her I don’t wanna fuck
Get money, fuck another hoe up
These lame niggas they hoed up
L’z, E’z
KTS
We the best