I’m All Turnt Up lyrics

by

50 Cent


[Intro]
My Glock pop from blocks you can feel it
G-G-G-G-G-G, It’s the muthaf*ckin unit!
My sh*t knock for blocks, you can hear it
G-G-G-G-G…Its the muthaf*ckin unit!

[Chorus]
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
n*gga I’m all turnt up, My trunk is shakin’
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
n*gga I’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I got a trunk full of tens
I got a stash full of ends
I got that 64 Regal sittin’ on 20 inch rims
Got that Beamer that Bentley
I got that 63 Benz
And a white b*tch to suck di*k like tomorrow’s the end
Call her head game the Hoover I mean the way she maneuver
Up and down, up and down, and a n*gga head spin ’round
She’s a fellatio pro, I get off watching her go
She get to takin’ it deep, and put a n*gga to sleep
[Chorus]
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
n*gga I’m all turnt up, My trunk is shakin’
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
n*gga I’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
It's on now, ’cause these b*tches gyrating
We strapped right, cause n*ggas be violatin’
Party poppin’ she goin’ drop it she ain't stoppin’
Sittin’ watchin’ system knockin’ hips rockin’ pus*y poppin’ tic-toc-in
Make it rain trick, make it, make it, make it rain trick
Play the game b*tch, sh*t make us both rich
f*ck the wimp sh*t its certified pimp sh*t
I ain't nothin’ like the n*ggas you done been with

[Chorus]
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
n*gga I’m all turnt up, My trunk is shakin’
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
n*gga I’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up
[Outro: 50 Cent]
It feel like my mind playin’ tricks on me
Tricks on me, tricks on me
Me I’m never trippin’ for a b*tch homie
b*tch homie, I’m rich homie
Turn it up!
That's 14 out of 14 muthaf-cka
You n*ggas see me
Lamborghini top down ridin’ round this muthaf*cka
You n*ggas ain't sayin' nothin’
Know I got that muthaf-ckin' tre pound, 6 shots muthaf*cka I let it rotate
n*ggas see me, ask me where Lloyd Banks at?
n*gga I don't know where the f*ck that Lil’ n*gga at
I ain't heard from him
f*ck Yayo too n*gga, I’m on some new sh*t
f*ck the group n*gga
I’ma introduce you to my new n*ggas
Uh
It's 0-11
I figured out what's the matter with this sh*t It ain't me, it's these n*ggas
It's the Roc
I’m on my Jay-Z sh*t
Nah nah
f*ck the group, man
I’m on my Beyoncé sh*t
I’m on my way to the top, godammit
Yeah
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