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Alegator - Too Turnt Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Woo
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Swear my whole life, I been doubted, been fighting it
20 years old as I sit down and write this shit
Got em in line at the house cuz they like this dick
Kevin the dog, cutting hair, putting lines in it
Money is needed real bad like some vitamins
Spread cross the country like I am Verizon
Get so fucking rich I don't know what to buy with it
That's just the start, I'mma rule with an iron fist
And I ain't stopping until the Bugatti whip
Cop one and go take a picture inside of it
Just to go flex on that man, I ain't hiding it
Got a whole zip in the bag let's go light this shit
737 all mine that a flight in it
Brought me her pussy real latе, spend the night in it
Freaky and dirty, shе knows how I like this shit
Sitting on me and she moans when I bite her nips
Man out here in the Falls it's just me and my folks
Surrounded by people who go do the most
Gotta watch out when I go hit the road
Cuz these crazy m'fuckers scream East side then go
I cannot be trapped by these trifling ass hoes
You know that I’m running around with my woes
2015 I woke up hella broke
And now I am here, I surround white people
I’m bout fuck around and move out to Detroit
Or maybe to Portland let’s see where we go
If you got a lil problem with me let me know
Too many successes, I’m drunk off my toasts
Keep to myself yeah you know what I’m bout
Even when money had us live in doubt
Seeing my parents I said fuck a spouse
No wife and no kids that will fill up my house
[Chorus]
I was down bad
But now I’m too turnt up, huh
Now I’m too turnt up, huh
Now I’m too turnt up, yuh

Wasn’t bout my bag
I had to shoot it up, huh
Now I’m too turnt up, huh
Now I’m too turnt up, huh

I was down bad
But now I’m too turnt up, huh
Now I’m too turnt up, huh
Now I’m too turnt up, huh

Now I’m running laps
I had to do them up, huh
Yeah I’m too turnt up, yuh
Now I’m too turnt up

[Verse 2]
Turnaround jumper now call me Carmelo
Playing these games like a cello
Give me a shot of the Cuervo
Shoot for the stars then I aim for your cuerpo
Painting my life, Donatello
I ride around in black cars, make a new song and they say it’s mad hard
Smoke a big blunt I’m ready for blast off
Get a new check, it’s big just like Dak’s are
Celebration we taking our hats off
Engine V8 it’s ready for NASCAR
Enemies stay over the last straw
Used to ball on the courts on the blacktop
Now I’m just steering the ship
Tell you shit straight I don’t got a lisp
Pussy juices all over my lips
Big boss shit
We flipped back and picked up shit
Now we sit back in this bitch
Big, big, big yeah Rick Ross shit
You don’t know what we’ve been hit
Mexicans up in this bitch
And we fucking running shit
Then I pass that to my kids
Came from nothing now we lit
I don’t know what I’m become
Rose up from East Juarez slums
Had us surrounded by drugs
Where the shooting runs amuck
Get the fuck up to Sioux Falls
Where our goals are big and tall
Then we we run up to the mall
Hella money spend it all yuh yuh
[Chorus]
I was down bad
But now I’m too turnt up, huh
Now I’m too turnt up, huh
Now I’m too turnt up, yuh

Wasn’t bout my bag
I had to shoot it up, huh
Now I’m too turnt up, huh
Now I’m too turnt up, huh

I was down bad
But now I’m too turnt up, huh
Now I’m too turnt up, huh
Now I’m too turnt up, huh

Now I’m running laps
I had to do them up, huh
Yeah I’m too turnt up, yuh
Now I’m too turnt up