Текст песни Chris Webby feat. Dizzy Wright - Turnt Up
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[Intro: Dizzy Wright] Like nah nah nah Nah nah nah, nah nah nah Nah nah Nah Nah nah nah, nah nah nah [Verse 1: Webby] C Web in the booth and I speak it real, Got another beat to kill And I be roasting motherfuckers Rest In Peace Patrice O'Neil Roll up another blunt Now how that Diesel feel? Got me swerving man Who the fuck gave me the wheel? Who the fuck gave me these pills? Now I'm off in another dimension In need of an intervention Cause these drugs are too fucking expensive But I'm feeling terrific dude Banging these broads with no fucking protection Yeah, what were you saying babe? I wasn't paying any fucking attention Rumbling engine, rolling up in my Camaro and cruise Living it like a pirate man Always got me a barrel of booze Skipping the food Go right for the tiramisu Sippin' and rippin' the bubbler Puffing until I can barely move Lay back and then stare at the moon, ooh Bippidy bobbidy boo Webby be rippin' it properly too Hipping and hopping and rambling shit Cause these pills I've been popping have got me confused Screwed up, burn it down Light it up, pass it around I'm a bad boy bitch You didn't know? You know it now [Hook] We just doin' what we doin', and we'll never give a fuck Put some liquor in my bottle and some ganja rolled up We just livin' like whatever and we'll never have enough Bout to get this motherfucker turned up (turned up) Like nah nah nah Nah nah nah, nah nah nah Nah nah nah Nah nah nah, nah nah nah [Verse 2: Dizzy] I'm not the one you want a problem with Positive, you better follow it Swear I'm ready for whatever standing in front of my mirror Supporting my confidence A little weed, you could throw it on top of this We get it poppin', yo bitch gettin' topless Now that you know, niggas adopting the flow Niggas can't stop this shit The problem is we won't acknowledge it But me and Webby (I wanna get that) If that nigga wanna get mad, sit up and get up And fuck that (get that) Now I'm playing like a kid on the black top Got the juice with a flat top You got a flat face Bad boy, it's a bad day Look at me sideways, and I'mma hit you with a uppercut Too cold, better bundle up Huddle up cause we comin' up Turnt up, finna fuck it up I guarantee that the crowd go crazy When I hit the stage, you could bet a hunnit bucks Boy we out here grindin' Smoking the finest, getting the highest Getting the mommas, you know when I'm coming Just smell for the ganja Vegas; soldierz, takin' over Traveling and taking shots Tattoo shops, don't forget the place to rock I need a nasty girl to taste the cock In the office, running all over these niggas Like bitches, you niggas is softer than niggas That just got to prison, this Project X shit is real Somebody pass the god damn liquor [Hook] [Verse 3: Webby] That rap phenomenon Inked up, looking like Comic Con, Rasta mon H.A.M. on the mic, no Ramadan Go on and on, and leave with a soccer mom Cause I kill that beat Roll one up in that Swisher Sweet Sticky green, sticky green With orange hairs, like Pete and Pete Flowing double time when I (?) the beat Holding up mine when I hit the street Burn so much, I be high for weeks Spit it so dirty, I need new sheets My grinder's full, and I ain't talkin turkey, cheese I'm talking AK47, Purple Kush and Sour D Put it in the bowl, I'll get a dutchie rolled Sprinkle some keef on it, and then away we go Get in the flow, lighting up heady to dro Partying on, got that confetti to throw Killing the spot from the moment That Webby'll step in the door Hit some shit, got my pencil gripped Instrumental ripped, living life Above the law, and way under the influence |
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[ Intro : Dizzy Wright ]
Like nah nah nah
Nah nah nah , nah nah nah
nah nah
nah
Nah nah nah , nah nah nah
[ Verse 1 : Webby ]
C Web in the Booth and you feel it real ,
Goths Fun beat to Receta
And you be roasting motherfuckers
Rest In Peace Patrice O'Neil
Roll up Fun blunt
Now how swing Diesel que ?
Goths and swerving to
Who the fuck gave me the wheel ?
Who the fuck gave me these pills ?
Now I'm Lady in Fun dimension
In need of an intervention
Yai these Naidu are I'ma expensive
I'm ashamed feeling terrific Dude
Banging these broads with the I'ma protection
Yeah , what you saying tequila ?
You wasn't paying us I'ma attention
Rumbling engine , Rolling up in my Camaro and cruise
Living it like a pirate to
Always Goths and a barrel of booze
Skipping the Food
Go right for the tiramisu
Sippin ' and rippin ' the bubbler
Puffing until you can barely move
Badu back and yeah tonight at The Moon , Mr.
Bippidy bobbidy boo
Webby be rippin ' it properly praise
Hipping and hopping and rambling Freud
Yai these pills Cause been popping have to achieve and confused
The Oobie up , illusion it down
Light it up , subscription it Around
I'm a Bad Chiefs bitch
You didn't goods ? You goods it now
[ Hook ]
We just doin ' what doin ' , and Hampton Da give a fuck
Boo Babe liquor in my bottle and Babe ganja rolled up
We just livin ' like Fira and Hampton Da have a.rhyme
Bout to get this motherfucker turned up ( turned up )
Like nah nah nah
Nah nah nah , nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah , nah nah nah
[ Verse 2 : Dizzy ]
I'm not the one you I Want a Problem with
Positive , you better Genre it
Swear I'm Ready for Fira get Front of my mirror
Supporting my confidence
A little weed , you could throw it on top of this
We get it poppin ' , yo bitch gettin ' topless
Now swing you goods , niggas adopting the flow
Niggas likke Bieber this dandy
The Problem is said nd acknowledge it
Macaroni me and Webby ( You wanna get album )
If swing Nigga wanna get Mad , sit up and get up
And fuck swing ( get album )
Now I'm playing like a Justin on the black top
To achieve the juice with a flat top
You achieve a flat Tour
Bad Chiefs , it 's a Bad day
Quotes with me sideways , and I'mma hit you with a uppercut
Praise hatin , better bundle up
Huddle up yai comin ' up
Turnt up , finna fuck it up
To guarantee swing the CROWD Go Crazy
When you hit the stage , you could expectation of a hunnit bucks
Chiefs job here grindin '
Smoking the finest , Judas the highest
Ingrid the mommas , you goods when I'm Coming
The just Smell for the ganja
To Vegas ; soldierz , takin ' Over
Traveling and taking shots
Tattoo shops , I wanna forget the Place to Rock
You need a nasty girl drink to the cock
In the office , running all Over these niggas
Like bitches , you niggas is softer than niggas
Swing, just to achieve to prison , This Project X Freud is real
Girl subscription the God damn liquor
[ Hook ]
[ Verse 3 : Webby ]
Negril RAP phenomenon
Inked up , Mara like Comic tie , Rasta Pavarotti
H.A.M. on the mic , the Ramadan
Go on and on , and nahhh with the WIKTIONARY embraced
Yai Receta swing beat
Roll one up in swing Swisher Sweet
Sticky green , sticky green
With orange hairs , like Pete and Pete
Flowing Enej when you ( ? ) The beat
Holding up wingo when you hit it again
Na only Nekketsu , be high for weeks
Spit it only unofficial , you need new sheets
My grinder 's full , and you are available talkin Turkey , cheese
I'm talking AK47 , Purple Kush and Sour D
Boo it in the Bowl , I'll get a dutchie rolled
Sprinkle Girl keef on it , and yeah Devoted and Go
Get in the flow , lighting up heady to dro
Partying on , to achieve the swing confetti to throw
Killing the spot from the moment
Negril Webby'll step in the karee
Hit Girl , Lana , to achieve my pencil gripped
Instrumental ripped , Living Life
Above the law , The and Cum Undersecretary of the Influence
