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turn up 4 - goon twinn lyrics

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[intro]
woo, woo, ayy
woo, twinn baby
f*ck wrong with these n*ggas? (f*ck wrong with ’em?)
“turn up 4,” ayy
they like to call, they comin’ back to back with them hoes, man (back to back)
and he murkin’ all them hoes (quit playin’)
quit playin’ with me (d*mn, increasedbeats, baby)
twinn baby, woo, ayy (she wanna f*ck, d*mn, uh), “turn up 4,” ayy (hotboy produced it)

[verse]
she wanna f*ck (why?)
i’m goon twinn, yeah, she know i’m the man (she do)
she sucked my d*ck good, yeah, she love it
she wish that it came in a can (woo)
she brag so much to her friend
now her bestie want a chance, they know i’m ballin’ like lance
and i’m poppin’ on tags, i f*cked both of ’em, then hit the dash (why?)
but when i was broke, they used to laugh (what?)
said i was stanky, go take a bath (haha)
i was embarrassed, then ran (oh, what?)
after i hit, told her fold her that pound
yeah, go that way (woo), my pockets on swole, the fat way (fat way)
and it wasn’t strong like a girl, that’s g*y (grrah)
so if you run up, we gon’ clap, “a bay bay”, look (boom, boom, boom, boom)
she on the floor when i’m hittin’ her, so every time she moan, she muted (she muted)
he like, “d*mn, what you doin’?” she like, “my stomach hurtin’,” got a n*gga deluded (d*mn, increasedbeats, baby)
two line, the whole time, i was in her spine (i was)
she like, “baby, call me back,” mmm
i’ll feel better at 9, i made her decline (hotboy, let’s go)
these b*tches ain’t sh*t, i can’t cuff these hoes (i can’t)
fours gon’ get back, they’ll f*ck your bro (why?)
that why i’m just chillin’, just play my role (woo)
she just like a pill, she gotta roll
f*ck that lil’ ho, i don’t want her no more
i already did everything, throw on and go (i did)
like a washer, my pockets get loads
try to take it, i’ma shoot like d*rose (boom, boom, boom, boom)
ain’t talkin’ no house, but i keep a heater
try to take it away, better talk to jesus (you better)
you ain’t ewing, you ho, you ’bout to eat a sneaker (no)
f*ck around and get put in a caesar
i ain’t want no attachments (d*mn, increasedbeats, baby, i didn’t)
like a scab, i just want a greaser (oh, what?)
and then i just leave her (woo)
put d*ck in her throat and act like i ain’t meet her (d*mn)
ice colder than a freezer (it is)
now she tryna chill ’cause i’m hot like a fever
f*ck that ho, i’on need her (i’on need her)
if she can’t make my pockets look like peter (look)
i just f*cked her lil’ bad amigo (i did)
i’on want her, she f*ck like a geek ho (uh)
he flexin’, we comin’ like repo
stretch him and take his sh*t like deebo
yeah, free them o’s, free beno
don’t make me call, look, you ain’t [?] (don’t make me)
they gon’ pull up and shoot like [?]
h*ll nah, i mean carmelo
we still on the block, no legos (we do)
with choppers out like halos (grrah)
jump stupid, you get popped like a faygo
red bottoms look like i stepped on a tomato, b*tch
[outro]
goon twinn, ayy
twinn baby, woo
“turn up 4,” uh
(d*mn, increasedbeats, baby)
(hotboy produced it)

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