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    Текст песни Turk - Amped Up

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    [Verse 1]
    Step in the club with my air force ones
    In the back of my bub, I got air force dones
    Full of that red, white, and blue I'm amped up
    Fake buckin if you want, you gone get stamped up
    You gone get these ten in a halves all in yo face
    We gone take it outside and you gone be a case
    You gettin ya grace won't live another day
    I take this time to fault, time to shoot off your way
    Aint worried bout the charge cause I got the dream team
    Money, power, respect lil nigga feel me
    I'm a soldier 5'11 from magnolia
    Look, don't talk I'll show ya
    You with yo boys look I'm by myself
    You talkin noise look that's bad for your health
    Look, that's no good, can't do from the hood
    We don't roll like that
    Homie out of order, homie get it crackin
    [Chorus]
    You full of that red, white, and blue and you amped up
    Homie buckin if he want, Homie get stamped up
    You full of that absolut you amped up
    Homie buckin if he want, Homie get stamped up
    If you full of that henny and you amped up
    Homie buckin if he want, Homie get stamped up
    You done had one too many and you amped up
    Homie buckin if he want, Homie get stamped up
    [Verse 2]
    I tote gats, got stacks, stay in all black
    Hope that you that I'm quick to bust back
    Sell crack, flip that, sometimes I jack
    Real niggaz I run with dog bitches I smack
    Dog hoes, wear bauds, tee's and ree's
    Do shows, blow joe's, weed indeed
    Hit dro's, spit flow, represent that three
    Break bread, bitch no, gets nothin from me
    Fucc with Annie, off Second indeed
    Bout my fatty, nicca cheese and cream
    Fuck my daddy, he did nothing for me
    Just bought a caddy, put it on 23's
    I'm a stunna, a repper, look I'm ballin bitch
    Secondline hot stepper, shot calling bitch
    On fire like pepper just lovin the shit
    Out of line, I'ma check ya, straight punish ya bitch
    I ain't stuntin out for real, I'm quick to kill
    I ain't fuccin on the real, I'm slanging that steal
    Nicca trip get flipped, when they fuccin with turk
    Spend a ben in the whip, leave ya dick in the dirt
    [Chorus]
    [Verse 3]
    Look shit don't stop at all, I'm still stuntin
    I know you gone let me ball and get money
    Long as I got it, I'ma floss, nigga respect
    You wanna know how much my diamonds cost, then forget it
    Kenoe, that's my nigga that's my nagga
    Drop the load on me, and I'm back shining
    Doing it, I'm doing it real big
    You thought I was gone let it all go nigga shit
    I'm ready for How I'm Living, come pay me a visit
    My house half a mill, all my cars kitted
    Black bent, black jag, black H2
    Black coat, with a 750 suzuke
    My life lovely, beautiful, marvelous
    Niggaz wishin they was in these 10 and halves but
    Nigga get you like I got me
    Homie fuck a handout, Homie hustle if you want eat
    [Chorus]
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