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dot rotten - turn up كلمات الأغنية

[intro – dot rotten & female voice]
turn up time, yeah?
what you saying babes?
come over init
bring that juice
i got the ‘erbs
say nuttin’

do i bring brandy?
do i bring vodka?
do i bring shots?
do i bring [?]?
it’s gonna get real
gonna turn up

[chorus x2]
(i smoke weed) turn up
(i drink liqueur) turn up
(i f-ck b-tches) turn up
(what about you, n-gg-?) turn up

[verse 1]
i’m on such a huge wave i got a surfer hating
big blunts of this blue cheese getting percolated
what i smoke is so potent i got amnesia
paranoid fighting off a bad fever
blowing up clouds
you already know it’s that loud
green crack, we be growing that now
bossed up in a private suite with a latina
she be smoking that sativa while she holding man down
kush, grade a i call it budweiser
i’ve been licking out them boxes like a m-ff diver
need that big belly i ain’t g-ssing like a truck driver
if a brudda eating i’ma stop him like a lunch timer
weed in my hand call it palm trees
i be cropping in the garden spraying large leaves
the whip looking fresh but the car keyed
life’s a movie, i be getting faded like the last seed

[chorus x2]
(i smoke weed) turn up
(i drink liqueur) turn up
(i f-ck b-tches) turn up
(what about you, n-gg-?) turn up

[verse 2]
turning up, licking shots like i’m on the front line
white girl dressed in all red, she wanna come wine
i’m on a long island with a long [?]
i be smashing up the stages being non-violent
wavy, watching every step like a bomb miner
women singing words to the music like a song writer
she a loser but she smart tryna play a game
diamonds in the club, she throwing hearts for the ace of spades
standing still with my trees, i ain’t gotta paper chase
gl-ss full of hennessy and ear full of 808s
the way she handling the bar, she must be stunting
grey goose, she said she want it with a ugly duckling
said she coming back to mine so we must be f-cking
big dog, i ain’t got no time for no puppy loving
i pour it all in her mouth and tell her “i am dumb”
[?] eating up her chest call it white rum, yum

[chorus x2]
(i smoke weed) turn up
(i drink liqueur) turn up
(i f-ck b-tches) turn up
(what about you, n-gg-?) turn up

[verse 3]
sweet tooth, said she need me now for the chocolate
give her that dessert so good she wanna offer cake
lungs full of diesel, veins full of that courvoisier
working all night and only stopping for a coffee break
twerking on my pole but she ain’t a stripper
she a hard one to draw, i’m just trying to paint a picture
double d’s, rolling cali weed, time to blaze a swisher
showing me her body getting drench, she a naked swimmer
d gain got her sweating, call it molly wood
intimidation -rg-sms got her body shook
genuine riding on a pony like a jockey should
squirting on me accidentally, giving me that ‘sorry’ look
babe, i smoke crow yeah i drink liqueur
i’m on my own jay z ish, a big pimper
got your beanie on a man, screaming out “zim zimma”
you’re a queen giving deep brain to the king thinker

[chorus x4]
(i smoke weed) turn up
(i drink liqueur) turn up
(i f-ck b-tches) turn up
(what about you, n-gg-?) turn up

[outro]
i smoke weed
i drink liqueur
i f-ck b-tches
what about you, n-gg-?

- dot rotten

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