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  • Текст песни Rittz - Turn Down

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    (Turn up, Rittz!)
    Shut up, bitch!

    Light the weed, we gon burn that shit down
    Lifted on the beat, bout to murder it now
    Word on the street, you been running your mouth
    Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
    Tryna turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
    Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
    Tryna turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
    Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
    Tryna turn up on me

    Rittz, White Jesus, back for the second coming
    Second time around I keep it extra slummy
    Fuck what you repping, your record's crumby
    For the check, I've been a grill, I'm feeling extra hungry
    Too much of a veteran to ever let you slum me
    Better check the rep, and plus I rep my county
    Way before Gwinnett was ever called the north side
    Ain't no way to argue with this shit, respect it homie
    On the web, these punks be making threats to jump me
    Taking pictures with your weapon, you flexing on me
    Retros on, watch out where you stepping, clumsy
    I ain't got a lot to lose, really next to nothing
    And I'm beginning to feel like I'm a black guy
    That's why I guess I got a bunch of ghetto ass white bitches tryna tat my
    Name up on their titty, keep on turning up and one of them will give a bitch a black eye

    Light the weed, we gon burn that shit down
    Lifted on the beat, bout to murder it now
    Word on the street, you been running your mouth
    Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
    Tryna turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
    Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
    Tryna turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
    Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
    Tryna turn up on me

    Turn up, turn up
    All they ever say is turn up
    They know me all around the world, Australia to Europe
    There's levels to this shit, and I'm a different caliber of
    MC, and you the kind nobody ever heard of
    Don't try to play the lead, I Hannibal a murder, murder
    Come out the stirrup, serve up these rappers solo cup
    Pour some sprite and some syrup
    You're drunk, let's shoot a bird up
    They need an article of me in the Atlanta Journal
    Constitution, pay homage to me, they should paint a mural
    Of me on 85, my shit is a brochure of
    Gwinnett, respect the way I did it and didn't switch up a minute
    The nerve of these haters, some of them deserve a
    Beating, you couldn't touch it if you wanted to, like you're a
    Germaphobic taking over shit, and then I'm sure of
    Determination, what you mad I made it? better cheer up
    It's bloody murder every time I burn up, cause like

    Light the weed, we gon burn that shit down
    Lifted on the beat, bout to murder it now
    Word on the street, you been running your mouth
    Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
    Tryna turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
    Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
    Tryna turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
    Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
    Tryna turn up on me

    Two years in a row I got skipped on the freshman cover
    Got me feeling some type of way
    And I ain't hating on the rappers they picked, but I'm on the Atlanta tour
    Selling records, no competition inside my lane
    Up at the hip hop awards, killed the cypher
    Paved the way for Gwinnett County, bitch you know I'm Slum
    You can listen to my first album
    And see where some of these double time rappers got their whole style from
    Nobody's talking shit about me cause they know I'll come
    And turn em down, I'm not a rapper to show out on
    And Clientele was the crew that I grew up with
    But even if I was alone, outgunned, I'd still call you a bitch
    I'm pissed and far from rich
    Still crawling on the bottom and I solemnly swear
    I had White Jesus in my crockpot before Ross said walking on air
    Bout to light the

    Light the weed, we gon burn that shit down
    Lifted on the beat, bout to murder it now
    Word on the street, you been running your mouth
    Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
    Tryna turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
    Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
    Tryna turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
    Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
    Tryna turn up on me

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