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Bun B Turn It Up

Yeah, ugk for life bitch

The treal og is in the

Motherf-cking building

Bun b

Triple og to be exact

You know we rapping p.e.t.

To the fullest

We gonna take this one up to...

Get on that milk crate, merlin shit

What's up aaron, turn it up

Just another day

In the life of the og

Back out on the block

Sport where everybody knows me

No way I'm low key

My presses as a glows

So when I step out on the scene

Man they already know

Hot the snow in the summer

Just in case you wanna ski

The purest of the powder play

A courtesy of me

Got your nose all running

Like you just caught a cold

And I been a man since 17 years old

I fold back

And all about the bindess

On the daily

Tryna stack up major money

No if and or maybes

That maybe bullshit is for

The motherf-cking sitter

This is grown man bia

One hit or quitter

Raise by the bears so

I do just like they told me

That's what separates

The new you from the old me

Pimping like kobe and

Know I'm not a phoney

Throw your ass in the trunk

Until you stick yourself

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Turn it up motherf-cker

We turn it up

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Turn it up f-ck these n-ggas

We turn it up

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We turn it up

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Turn it up motherf-cker

We turn it up

Yeah bitch

You already know I'm back on

That pa bullshit

I'm in this bitch representing

Them treal gladiators

And you know they stay on deck

Yeah, too treal entertainment is in the

Motherf-cking building

So don't get it twisted

Or you'll get yourself twisted

Know what I'm talking bout, yeah

West side to the east

Pa in this bitch n-gga

Turn it up

Back up on my grizzly like

My name was t putt...

Escape me while you hate me

N-gga stuck up in the mud still

You won't be

What a thug will quit your fronting

No future in it anyway

We see through all the stunting

Don't make me push that button

When I open up the briefcase

You know you waiting for this drama

And these streets ace

Let off 100 rounds

And now it's just a warm up

So don't nobody hear

You when you ringing the alarm 1

I handle f-ck shit exactly how I order

So this shit will surprise

You when I come through on the slaughter

I'm a real fire starter

A fire flame spitter

And you'll be ass out

When the bullets hit

You in the shitter

Just... more g shit

And it's finest

Mixed with that texas king shit

From his highness

Don't attempt to try

This without proper supervision

Cause the treal og is on a

Motehrf-cking mission

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We turn it up

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Turn it up f-ck these n-ggas

We turn it up

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