Og Grip - Turn Up (feat. Strapp & Muja Messiah)

Yeah so
I was exiting ninety four man
I was making a left on Hennepin
Right over there
Off the Hennepin Lyndale joint
Nigga had a sign that said
It's the end of the world
I just hope it ain't tonight though
Shit I just bumped a white hoe
Knowin' me the bitch psycho
Alpha disco beta bi po lar
Ass on her
Fatter than a donkey
Throw cash on her
Give a monkey my banana
Then dash on her
Like film film flash cartoon blur
Leave a couple on the nightstand
So she forgive that I'm triflin'
Plus I'm plottin'
On her best friend
Shit I'm usin' her to get in
Dawg that's what they call him
But he misconstrued
So it's never his regret
When you're misconstrued
Off that California green
And Minnesota brew
Got your California queen
Getting Minnesota rude
I mean Minnesota nice
Gettin' piped all night
I like em off white
Complexion spectators guessin'
Jet black hair
Got her lookin' black and Asian
She blazin' standin' ovation
And no we never talk
Just exchange fuck faces
No need to hate just embrace it
She keep a nigga
High in the sky spaceships
Say a party ain't a party
Till I walk in it
Walk in it walk in it
With a pocket full of money
Plus I'm talkin' it
Talkin' it talkin' it
Everything true
And so authentic
Authentic authentic
I'ma beat the pussy up
Then put my balls in it
Balls in it
Everybody turn up up up up
Up up up up
Boys time to turn up up up up
Up up up up
I walk up in the party turned up
Head in the air like
I'm a jerk what
I don't know about her name
But I know about her butt
If the roof on fire
Let that bitch burn up up
I'm chillin' in the cut eyes low
Low
Homie stop
Countin' my dough dough
Don't tell me I'm fresh
I know
I'm Kobe at his best
Talkin' two times four
Four
Came super deep
We'll drown you
Homie we'll leave you
Where we found you
Try to holla at my chick
She'll clown you
Came from the dirt
With them
Dirty rotten scoundrels
I'm only doin' the dougie
In the pussy
Been gettin' money
Ten racks you're a rookie
Look now you know
I'm workin' on the million
Party ain't a party
Till my niggas in the building
They say a party ain't a party
Till I walk in it
Walk in it walk in it
With a pocket full of money
Cuz I'm talkin' it
Talkin' it talkin' it
Everything true
And so authentic
Authentic authentic
I'ma beat the pussy up
Then put my balls in it
Balls in it
Everybody turn up
Talkin' it talkin' it
Talkin' it
Authentic authentic
Authentic
Balls in it balls in it
Everybody turn up up
Up up up up up
Boys it's time to turn up
Up up up up up up
It's the emergent
Of the sea serpent
Feastin' on sea urchins
Four finger ring
Finger in three virgins
That's a three ring circus
Pimp strut like my knees hurtin'
Dominique Wiggins
Pussy purrin' on Persian rugs
Girls with big jugs
Searchin' for love
With surgical gloves
I wanna say I believe you
Lingerie see-through
Mommy let me play
In that jean pool
It's not like I need to
I just want to
It's not like I need you
I just want you
I just want you
It's just somethin' about you
What's it all amount to
Come on let me
Give you a tutorial on how to
House rules polo robes
And house shoes
Fetch that remote control
Show me what that mouth do
Titties bouncin'
She on my city council
Voted for mayor twice
In the Minny apple
Hood like Banshee
I'm so street wit it
Caught her on the rebound
And went balls deep in it
Woke up on the wrong side
Fell asleep in it
Must've had to spend the time
That pussy was tremendous

Written by:
Jimmie Garrett, Monroe Dunbar, Robert Hedges

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