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Woo, woo, woo, ayy, "Turn Up 1" I'm back, nigga Niggas tried to count me out, I guess they couldn't count, haha Big O's, no Cheerios, nigga ORN (three letters), Only Real Niggas You play, they gon' deal with you, nigga (if you playin', where you lay, nigga) "Turn Up 1," ayy, turn up ('Naro countin' up plenty money) I ain't worried 'bout no opp, bitch, you know we got glizzies If a nigga want beef, then we come where he livin' Clip hold a hunnid, I'ma shoot 'til it's empty We aimin' for head, nigga, fuck an attempted (boom, boom, boom, boom!) Can't trust a soul, never know who envy See a opp, I'ma blow like outside when it's windy Put a hole in his head like a onion from Wendy's You would thought the boy drunk the way we left his ass limpin' No green light, but you know I'm on go For this O shit, I'ma ride, right or wrong (ORN) Got tired of whippin' niggas, so I picked up the pole Look me up on Facebook, puttin' niggas on swole (look it up) Try to take my chain, nigga, that's a no-no Shoot his ass while he reachin', do the Superman pose Catch a opp in the club, we go put him on swole Stomp his ass 'til I feel his face through my shoe sole (what?) Ayy, and they were Margielas, ha Bitch, I'm Goon Twinn, that is nine letters She know I'm hotter then a pepper (woo!) She like Goon Twinn, I'on know who can do it better (she don't know) Ho, put on your sweater (put it on) Yeah, she gotta leave if I can't pop like a vessel (leave) No extra size, but we stretched 'em (wide) He was flexin' too hard, we need that chain and bezel (gimme that) We put his ass on a stretcher, why? He ain't wanna take it off, he tried to run and get aggressive My diamonds colder than the weather (woo!) Now she tryna chill with me, cum shine like some leather (bitch) Yeah, she thought it was forever (what?) I just fucked her, then let ho fly home like a feather She brokenhearted forever (woo!) Yeah, she cryin' forever 'til she meet somebody special (go) Oh, cold cheese with your Ruger And if he want beef, bullet boil like some noodles My niggas on go and they gon' ride like an Uber They be ready to pull up and wet a nigga like a cooler (boom, boom, boom, boom!) Never wife a ho, 'cause they gon' always be a chooser (no) Keep the clothes on, just want your brain like a tumor (keep it on) And when she done suckin', home alone like a scooter She ain't have a ride home, so for her, I need a Uber (gotta leave) Bitch, I'm Goon Twinn, but just call me Twinn Baby (woo!) And when I hit the scene, all these hoes go crazy (go crazy) I ain't worried 'bout no opp, we strapped like the navy (no) We gon' let a nigga chop it like a old Mercedes (ayo) You say you a killer, but your gun on safety (what?) Niggas spreadin' rumors, sayin' Goon Twinn shaky (what?) Feel sorry for whoever believe they can play me (woo!) I'ma leave his ass wet like outside when it's rainin' (boom, boom, boom, boom!) Woo, ayy, ayy, ayy, "Turn Up 1" Ayy, I'm back, they niggas couldn't count me Twinn Baby
Writer(s): Jermian Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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