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Corey Cartes Pritchett
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To the studio
Youtube rapper iight yeah
Wake up every morning
Brush my teeth and put that shit on
Bag chaser this a hundred million dollar iphone
Please don't come around on that bullshit
This a no fly zone
Switching cars I just went back to mars
Riding in a 2 tone
Stuffing racks I flood the wrist
Ain worried about no musty bitch
Ain worried bout no flunky nigga
That boy ain't hitting on nun
Off the muscle shit I'm worth a ticket
Young and turnt I'm lavish living
That boy he don't won't no problems
He know how I'm coming
These some red bottoms
Blood under my feet every time I walk
I'm a real baller diamonds
Hit the lights ever time I talk
Ima shot caller all these niggas
Around me break the law
Send them night crawlers
Creeping through your bushes
In front of your house
I got check after check
After check then I flip it
I put racks on top of racks
On top of racks it's hard to spend it
Ima big dog compared to them
Lil niggas they some midgets
Call big bro everyday he step on
Shit I call em Uncle Willie turn me up
Don't turn me down
I'm in the club with all my niggas
Turn me up
Them niggas mad because
They can't fit in the picture turn me up
Might hit the bank and fuck around
Pull out 6 figures turn me up
Boy out his body steady
Bopping off them jiggas turn me up
Do not compare me to
Them niggas ima big dog turn me up
Above the rim shit bitch
I'm balling like I'm John wall turn me up
I hit the mall shit I'm walking
Around here with a 30 ball turn me up
We pop out flexing on them niggas
When the night fall turn me up
Got the whole gang we pull up flexing
Making noise ride in foreigns
I pull up lift the doors and pop it on them whores
Shit I'm lit in real life ain gotta cap it
To them boys they ain't wanna let me in
We fuck around and kick the door
Turn me up that bitch ain't got no morals but
Bragging about dior aye boy stop capping
How you up a 100 but still riding in a ford
She say she focused on herself
Still getting back beat through the board
Pull up in cats and hawk I make it talk
You hear them bitches roar
Look we outside we pop out
Sliding like Jackson 5 I hit this bitch from
Tennessee and make her scream out roll tide
We going live
She call my phone and I declined
I shoot a text like bitch
I'm busy ain tryna spend no time
Turn me up ain tryna vibe
Ain letting no bitch get in my ride
How you keep speaking about
Another bitch but still ain't got a dime
Turn me up that boy be lying like
He been paid up all this time
Ain't tell that bitch you ain't no trapper
Boy you work a 9-5 aye turn me up
Don't turn me down
I'm in the club with all my niggas turn me up
Them niggas mad because
They can't fit in the picture turn me up
Might hit the bank and fuck around
Pull out 6 figures turn me up
Boy out his body steady
Bopping off them jiggas turn me up
Do not compare me to
Them niggas ima big dog turn me up
Above the rim shit bitch
I'm balling like I'm John wall turn me up
I hit the mall shit I'm walking
Around here with a 30 ball turn me up
We pop out flexing on them niggas
When the night fall
Turn me up
CoreySSG it's your turn man
What you gone do with this opportunity
"I'm him you gone see suave"
Writer(s): Corey Cartes Pritchett
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