Young Chris - Turn It Up lyrics

Turn it up, yeah Turn up yeah Shoot box for frank less to the top Nice size rooger franky muller be the watch hot, hot Spend the quarter miller on the drop You would let the short [?] their tank be the top Cako, white size, snap back, white socks Married to the block, hit the b**h with my wife hot Clean it in the king B fresh about the night shot Quarter in the [?] b**h I kind of ice pot Or a pretty girls at I'm tryin to take [?] In a couple shots and bring her back, baby pull up Turned up, super fly Lamp up suicide No lames just you and I I'm like hey baby, it's up what's you and I Turn it up, yeah Waht's up hey Turn it up, yeah Turn turn turn turn turn Champagne size, trippin from my bu*t [?] Silicone dut crack what you crack waht I p**y was the bime bime, hair was the fish fish Tats on her a**, rings on the nipple oh b**hy more tinny make super pity and see ho Happy family home, why you're still right here with me ho Alright crackk pipe I would top the p show Hit her with the j** she start a n***a work the piko Cut the tack and five rave muzzle on the B to shoe With the hair [?] buckle on them thousand [?] Ain't got nothing on them Later that night somebody white be probably nothing on em Turn it up, yeah Listen Turn it up, yeah Turn turn turn turn turn Rings ain't dime bottle on [?] Got your baby mom and your presidential p**y was the bime, he was fish fish Tats on her a**, rings on her nipple Young seeing P, balling in the benz trunk Whipe beat em, front pocket bend up Bed pocket bend up, all the pockets bend up The neck got [?] all the rest got cancer Champagne spillin, MAG willin Ladies and they feelin, these haters keep thrillin Turn it up now Turn turn turn turn turn turn Turn it up