Turn It Up lyrics

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B.o.B


[Verse One: Emilio Rojas]
Yeah, yeah, I keep my fitted on
Even though they've been sh*ttin' on us
That Yankee logo on that brim is why I sit it lower
The city know when the kid is blowin', let's get it goin'
I get it showin', I'm missin' court, I'm like Lindsey Lohan
Don't get it twisted cause I'm livin' the sh*t that you not
This is my religion so me gettin' this sh*t is for god
The kid is rockin', got no problem with stoppin' a show
And I got a chick to swallow condoms like condiments though
And me and my enemies gettin' along
And I would never be given a bronze
Gettin' it on with any of the women I met in Milan
Gettin up in 'em and hittin' it raw and then I be off
And when I be gettin' the dividends, gonna be livin' it up in a loft
Yeah I keep em swingin' cause I'm bringin' that feverish pitch
This ain't no league of their own, it's a league with the men
I am the finisher, the beef will get seen to the end
Don't believe in Jesus but believe I believe in revenge
Yeah, so who gon' tell me that I lost faith?
When the kid is driven, you gettin' hit in the cross way
Cause I done lived in a crib the size of a crawl space
And I'm doin' all that it takes so f*ck what y'all say

[Hook: Emilio Rojas]
And motherf*ckers wanna talk
Everywhere they go, it's like my name is on they jaw
It ain't nothin' new yo, I seen it all before
That's just what they do when they thinkin' that you on
So I tell them turn me up now
Yeah they gotta turn it up, aye yo they gotta turn me up
Yeah they gotta turn it up, aye yo they gotta turn it up loud
Yeah they gotta turn it up, aye yo they better turn me up yeah
Uh until the crowd like aye yo everywhere I go
Women comin' with us and they never let me go
The crowd wrappin' round the corner for the show
Yeah listen, this is everything I know, everything I know
[Verse Two: Yelawolf]
I got my kicks in, dirt snakes in the garden
Yelawolf is on the beat like an orphan
No daddy, f*ck him, won't call him
I won't beg him but I beg your pardon man
Pardon the art of me waterin' down
These motherf*ckers hidin', I promise they oughta be found
I go find 'em make 'em come follow this quality sound
Now they followin' me up to the Grammy winners lounge
I just call it how I wanna live it
The carnival came to my town and I just bought my ticket
And I got them bouncin' like a box of crickets
Right up in the kitchen, Alabama got 'em droppin' biscuits
Yeah that's the business, middle finger's up like like how ya do?
Let me translate that: Hello, f*ck you
See I meet ya and greet ya when I'm speakin' through the speaker
Leave it to my cleaver, I'll leave ya beat up on a pizza
Sliced up, your life's up, the lights up
The knife cut you nice but I'm nicer
If you ain't sippin' this whiskey that I brought ya
In hip hop, then you just sippin' Light Bud

[Hook: Emilio Rojas]
And motherf*ckers wanna talk
Everywhere they go, it's like my name is on they jaw
It ain't nothin' new yo, I seen it all before
That's just what they do when they thinkin' that you on
So I tell them turn me up now
Yeah they gotta turn it up, aye yo they gotta turn me up
Yeah they gotta turn it up, aye yo they gotta turn it up loud
Yeah they gotta turn it up, aye yo they better turn me up yeah
Uh until the crowd like aye yo everywhere I go
Women comin' with us and they never let me go
The crowd wrappin' round the corner for the show
Yeah listen, this is everything I know, everything I know
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