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whiteleanpurrphoodie - turn up lyrics
[verse 1]
top rope jumpin’ like mysterio, gold rings
lookin like a bowl of f_cking cheerios, showin’
off the new black watch lookin like a swiss b_tch
shots at your dome, basketball, make a swish b_tch
adderall bottles all around leans kitchen
cutter so thick, leave your skull, dome, missin’
fourth eye, times square, mobbin’ like some pigeons
robbin any store that could help us up our digits
five rocks on my hand, snappin’ like i’m thanos
got yo b_tch blowin’ like the wind to my flannel
flippin’ thru a band like a set of tv channels
hard act to follow, i’mma hard act to handle
big f_cking stompers, never catch me wearing sandals
step in front of me, mac truck, leave you trampled
tryna’ play me, i would make you an example
whitelean, b_tch, you could never hold a candle
[hook]
f_ck with heaters boy gettin’ burnt a b_tch
pull up to the function we gon’ turn a b_tch
you will not return if you be talkin’ sh_t
talkin’ sh_t, we be hearin’ all of it
backyard creepin’, we gon’ hop a fence
he be typin’ comments, he be dodgin’ fists
fourth eye, you gon’ need a tourniquet (f_ck yo’ verse, b_tch)
box cutter, it’s his f_ckin’ turn again
[verse 2]
whitelean, new hit
woke up like, “screw this!”
all i see is red rings, all i do is big sh_t
pull up to the function, what i got?
f_ckin’ big stick!
bust an opper mouth, leave a lil’ b_tch with big lips
swole, swole (swole)
i’m on go mode, i’m goin’ gold
fire lean, tire slashing
b_tch i’m heat, i’m still cold
let it blow for anyone
no, i’mma break his nose
y’all think i’mma let him go for talking on the former glo?
h_ll no, h_ll no, pickin’ up the cell phone
raid a motherf_cker, cuz’ i heard he got a nice home
big house, big cars, lockin’ up the garage
turn the engine on, on and on, live and gone
livin’ but i need god, water flooded, sea squad
lookin’ at my wrist, oh great!
now your eyes gone
whip an ar_15 got em’ runnin’ like a marathon
got a list of names that i’m tearin’ on
staring down a dark path, country making blue grass
black dirt, black mask, whippin’ out a black mac
run em’ f_ckin’ down with the force of a big mac
honkin’ on the h_rn, b_tch, move fore’ you get splat
love me til’ a heart attack, all i ever ask
k!ll a f_cker for me, pay for my gas
stay pretty then you done it for me
f_ck a b_tch then i go f_ckin’ dash!
[hook]
f_ck with heaters boy gettin’ burnt a b_tch
pull up to the function we gon’ turn a b_tch
you will not return if you be talkin’ sh_t
talkin’ sh_t, we be hearin’ all of it
backyard creepin’, we gon’ hop a fence
he be typin’ comments, he be dodgin’ fists
fourth eye, you gon’ need a tourniquet (f_ck yo’ verse, b_tch)
box cutter, it’s his f_ckin’ turn again
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