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DJ Drama
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All The Way Turnt Up
DJ Drama & Fabolous We ballin' over here, tune into the game Call me Rose Bryant, call Patron James We walk up in the jawn thick, tell 'em play my song quick And we gone make a fuckin' movie like a porn flick
We on a mission, we the James Bond click We gon' killin' 'em 'til the bars close, convict Shawty, I was born slick, short temper long dick Hit you with this magic stick after that we gone trick
Wala, no leash on my colla If that bitch is Molla, I'm single as a dolla Smoke west coast kush in my boy Impala Got me in the Carmelo fuckin' with that Lala
Niggas say they can't be seen, ain't nobody lookin' though Turn the heat up on that beef, ain't nobody cookin' though A section full of them bitches that Yo Gotti lookin' fo'
Yeah, that's them 5 stars, they get money, drive cars They got them bangin' bodies without the knife scar They take 'em shots to the head and survive y'all, nice
This the flyest shit you may have heard We all the way up in this Too Short's favorite word
All the way turnt up, yo, all the way turnt up, nice All the way turnt up, yo, all the way turnt up, nice All the way turnt up, yo, all the way turnt up, nice All the way turnt up, yo, all the way Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Hit the spot like a God knowin' hoes and greenery Watch full of cuts blowin' spinach, check the scenery East side high, tryin' not to spill my lean on me Oh shit, dope dick, bet your woman feign on me
Mic check test 1, 2, blue sing on me You destined for fame, don't you be ashamed Tune into the game if that's Patron James Then call me Dewayne Spade, ain't nobody in my lane
Purple Rain, True Trees, Reggie Kush She don't do me, only veggie bush I'ma fall back though I don't ever push 1 head, 4 chicks, 8 legs octopus
Nigga, you don't know all about that I'm a Telemundo freakin' for the weekend Eatin' clams, mussels, lobster, kitchen bed, sofa Stretchin' like Rosa Acosta partna
You know I'm the coldest on my North Pole shit While you on your rockin' South Pole when it's cold shit Don't ask me for hooks, you can't afford my focus Ya turns up, Trigga turnt up
All the way turnt up, yeah, all the way turnt up, yeah All the way turnt up, yeah, all the way turnt up, yeah, yeah
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