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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Garry Don Richardson
Garry Don Richardson
Songwriter
Dylan Didier
Dylan Didier
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Garry with Two R's
Garry with Two R's
Engineer
696 Productions
Producer
Our Square
Our Square
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I turn it up Till it stand on its head Told you I kill it Got dammit it's dead And if I tell you that I'm in here eating Then baby I'm FBI I'm getting fed Don't get me twisted I'll stick in your head I promise that's something That you're gonna dread Jumped up and flew And them motherfuckers fled I'm getting blew While they getting bled You tripping I don't catch you slipping That means I stopped you from falling I saw you slipping But I never caught you I let you live Cause I enjoy your torture I'm just a fortunate one Stretching fortunes I told that little bitch that I was straight on her Cause she bend everything out of proportion And I'm getting up Like the first thing you do in the morning She straight to the head with the goose Naw she ain't ducking me foo This little bitch ain't a bird But she look good in a coup You know I ain't stunting on doors I could fly in through the roof Even if they lying around I know my bitches the truth I'm bout to turn it up If you could turn it up with me Then we gonna blow She got that water And I put a couple of seeds in her We gonna grow Show me the money Don't be acting funny lil bitch You know that turn me on That shit be turning me on That's what be turning me on We do not work with the same set of tools I am the screwer you just getting screwed Watching your movies While I'm on the move I'm doing me I got nothing to prove Run that shit up Like its nothing to loose Nothing to me Could be something to you Rip through these rappers so easily Cause they some nobodies And I got nothing to do I ain't into putting out fires I throw in the gas to make it burn higher I ain't into solo hoes I put em all together Make 'em sing like a choir I show that bitch how to whip it And she gonna stick to her role like a tire Fuck all that bullshit they selling We just opened shop and we looking for buyers I lost a lot of my fucks When my family showed me how much I could trust them A few of these niggas will plot on you As soon as they see just how much that you love them I just relax stick with the facts I got it you want it Then I'm gonna tax Ain't gotta front I'm VIP in the back So if you need me You know where I'm at I'm bout to turn it up If you could turn it up with me Then we gonna blow She got that water And I put a couple of seeds in her We gonna grow Show me the money Don't be acting funny lil bitch You know that turn me on That shit be turning me on That's what be turning me on
Writer(s): Garry Don Jr Richardson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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