Mike Tune - Turn Up lyrics

Bottles coming/ hoes fallin/ I'm feeling great I ain't party in no college/ Turn up da ba**/ Turn up da audio/ Burn up the blunts/ Now I feel its time to get naughty tho/ Vodka crushed cubes/ God gift in my blunt/ 2 bong loaded flat time make your lungs pump/ Bottles coming/ hoes fallin Flow stupid since I've deducted all the knowledge/ White boy ego like I graduated Harvard/ Slim thug pockets wanna ball like tony Parker/ Shoot a couple 3 hit em all like its the finales/ Made exam and I pa**ed / Now I'm feeling so glad/ Get off my a** Wipe me down cool me off/ I'm so hot textures made of dessert/ Burn in every spot/ n***a thoght a mad Glock/ Jolly green giant I'll smoking down with my block/ Semi or the automic if you want it lets pop/ Deflate a few n***as like I shoot a room balloons/ Releasing all the air/ Gas storming the air/ Tipsy creeping Make so quick you'll lose when you blink in/ Hulisin in your mind fast glance No view ciroc in my cup Bottles coming/ hoes fallin I been on my sh**/ Since mollie took place in the enviorment/ That'll be 2 years 6 months / No intention on retirement/ Hard cover like a frying pan/ Burn quick like its solar tan/ 4 different levels like I'm stocking pill poppin the zans / Rockstar ego solo knockin the bands/ Armaliation warrior like the k**in started top pin the fans/ Til i recreated pop/ New styles different language & saying / Form a vision made it vivd/ Lifes image postponed/ Sec added smoke a blunt / Reachin my zone/ Comparisons of both/ Proving fact That they ain't label a joke/ Known to be about same/ And that b koolin wit Glocks/ Call me oven I heat the streets/ And I'll toast up your block/ Burnt bread it don't matta / I'm a foo for the stock/ Mohawk on my head / Got mo numbers / Prolly uping your flock/ You say yo b**h is kinda bad/ Well let her flop on my co*k/ Smoke a dove lose the keys/ Box closed with lock/ I seen the jolly green giant/ Last night in blunt/ And had king king beating/ All of in my pump/ Mary Jane got me stuck/ Flow kick wit a punt/ TD on that L 6 pts / And then clump/ Stack Rollin over loading / Its myself plus a squad/ 30 dope roasting a** n***as/ All focused on wauds/ Test a member bet you fail/ Like a commitment for god/ I could never live up/ Thats why took back a couple places to hide/ Unseen like its camo/ Dark glance ur boy in discise/ Cold blooded thoughts twisting/ Don't think I'm meant for your eyes/