Turn Up

I know you love my body babe yea
I know you love my body babe yea
I know you love my body babe yea yea yea

Turn up ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
(hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Turn up ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
(hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)

Honey, you're my mind, honey you'll be klied
Don't you wanna round it down, 'cause you keep it tight
Breaking on the fire, he be honest crown
Red bottoms and double tans, you know the things I like

Give me all your money 'cause they don't do like I
Put in bottles and ain't no boy ah ah ah
All was in your mind, just a matter of time
Bad bitches they're thinking up, shading when they see yah
Let me tell you something that these girls are scared to tell you
Yea, is for you, so you know you're suppose to
Give me all your time, tell me that's you are mine
Held a tape on sight, make shot the light

Turn up ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
(hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Turn up ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
(hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)

Me nigga ok
I'd pull up on niggas murdercy, murdercy
Green push it out of level murdercy, murdercy
Say nigga I have never heard of you, bleed my life you hurt on me
Punch your head sweet out of shit, and now burn niggas, turn to graces
Just stopping now no scratch, I ain't go no bad
All I do is direct, holly does no rock
My buddies nigga like ain't shots, these prophets seem so fair
Nigga summer sunny that bitch is perfect, they flag nigga call you
Oh, all I know is turn up, bottoms bottle burn up
In this blood all my big issues, keep just call murder
Ain't I giving money, warned up
I'm bottle nigga, warned up
And when I cut through this hole eyes, bitches I turn up

Turn up ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
(hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Turn up ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
(hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
(body babe, body babe).



Credits
Writer(s): Christian Ward, Unknown Composer
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