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Lloyd Banks - Turn It Up lyrics
You are now rocking with the best!
 South City flowing out the house nigger
 Live it up, girl, don't let 'em guys trick you!
 Homie, that place is full of bogies
 I'm a blew am away from the mill
 Take with us with these homies give me room
 Could have cracked ,mother fucker
 Thinking on my level must have ate a mushroom
 And he's sleeping here with duck vital plus room
 For the zero is my mother's room
 Ain't cleansy as they call me marijuana
 One last second fail bomb first Like Obama
 Place me on my louge watch me catch another camera
 And after the free run I'm a kick in it
 Watch this full of battle cause is in my business
 Cause my pockets are getting fatter
 Some Jamaican boys be coming of the latter
 Success caught my eye, and now I gotta have it
 Chorus:
 Turn it up, turn it up, tell the DJ turn it up
 Turn it up, turn it up, tell the DJ turn it up
 Turn it up, turn it up, tell the DJ turn it up
 Turn the DJ turn it up, cause we ain't really get enough!
 Turn it up, turn it up, tell the DJ turn it up
 Turn it up, turn it up, tell the DJ turn it up
 Turn it up, turn it up, tell the DJ turn it up
 Turn the DJ turn it up, cause we ain't really get enough!Lloyd Banks - Turn It Up - http://motolyrics.com/lloyd-banks/turn-it-up-lyrics.html
 Fly since I was knee high
 Stacks from my book bag think it was the book of Eli
 I hate it meditating again and I can see why
 I'm miles away from where you see fly,
 I might be by
 Four cripple doubles, cause my clothes go in the crave
 Fill of stadium with love
 Back black foul then you take them home for chow
 Shut out to my momma, she don't make no poster child
 So much style, I can lend you some
 Money longer than the list should have never done
 My Shorty wasting but it hits a hell of dome
 It wasn't right there I kick back like a pair of gun
 Carl Libra leather could brought full of rebels
 And Cole he don't loves sparking undercover's roles
 New money, bill shopping, after caught your man with it
 Got to find a way to pack this mother fucker ass
 Chorus:
 Turn it up, turn it up, tell the DJ turn it up
 Turn it up, turn it up, tell the DJ turn it up
 Turn it up, turn it up, tell the DJ turn it up
 Turn the DJ turn it up, cause we ain't really get enough!
 Turn it up, turn it up, tell the DJ turn it up
 Turn it up, turn it up, tell the DJ turn it up
 Turn it up, turn it up, tell the DJ turn it up
 Turn the DJ turn it up, cause we ain't really get enough!








