She Turnt Up Lyrics – J. Stalin
Singer: J. Stalin
Title: She Turnt Up
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Livewire, Livewire, Livewire, Livewire
Livewire, Livewire, Livewire, Livewire
Had her on the phone, say she wasn’t tryna cut
Got her all alone, and then she turnt up
And then she turnt up, and then she turnt up
Got her all alone, and then she turnt up
Had her on the phone, say she wasn’t tryna cut
Got her to my home, and then she turnt up
And then she turnt up, and then she turnt up
Got her all alone, and then she turnt up
We on the phone, she actin like she don’t want it
Put them pajamas on, I’m comin round the corner
Come outside, she like “it’s 2 in the morning”
Girl I been posted, I been makin hella money…money
And I need you to come and count it for me
Lincoln, Frank, and Jackson and round it to the nearest hundred
I talk about my life, and she say she want it
If I get her out of shells, she a freaky woman
Star stunnin, promise ima run it
She gon start blowin up my phone after we done
Don’t confuse me with them lames; my game ain’t dummy
My money ain’t short, and my swag ain’t bummy
You lucky girl, I gave you a chance to put it on me
Call me when you lonely, b#tches they be all on me
Them other n#gg#s they phony, hungry they don’t eat
Skinny pockets, they not me
Ballin like Iike I’m CP3
Had her on the phone, say she wasn’t tryna cut
Got her all alone, and then she turnt up
And then she turnt up, and then she turnt up
Got her all alone, and then she turnt up
Had her on the phone, say she wasn’t tryna cut
Got her to my home, and then she turnt up
And then she turnt up, and then she turnt up
Got her all alone, and then she turnt up
I know she go, but she actin like she ain’t ready though
I hit her phone, she pick me up from the corner store
I think she got a man, but I think I got amnesia though
I watch her climb on a pole and drop it to the floor
Say she ain’t a stripper, but she get her practice on
Bandz Make Her Dance…that’s her favorite song
I confess…I got ratchet hormones
Woke up in the morning, she had nothing on
f#ck her til she screamin, that p#ss# hot, it’s steamin
I’m pourin up, I’m leanin, she throwin up willy bean man
Her face covered in s#men
Hella high and I’m tweakin
Roll it but I don’t think she peeped it, roll it but I don’t think she peeped it
Head while I drive cause boy I dooez it live
If she says she ain’t a freak, then she’s a muthaf#ckin lie
I be f#ckin all the time, we be rollin up that lime
And even though I’m never asking, tell me that p#ss# mine
Had her on the phone, say she wasn’t tryna cut
Got her all alone, and then she turnt up
And then she turnt up, and then she turnt up
Got her all alone, and then she turnt up
Had her on the phone, say she wasn’t tryna cut
Got her to my home, and then she turnt up
And then she turnt up, and then she turnt up
Got her all alone, and then she turnt up
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