Odd Future
Odd Future - Turnt Down songtekst
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[Hodgy Beats] All the way turnt up, all the way turnt out Blowing clouds of a smoke like a Ferrari when it burns out White girl brunette, she don't gotta sweat her perm out But she eat my apple when the fucking w-worms out I live in fast lane, fast lane fury Never in court, fuck the judge and the jury My minds in a race cause my time's in a hurry Catch a fish nigga and fry him like he curry Yo, wait and 'til I take off, wait and 'til I take off Bring your bitch along cause I catch her like it's baseball And she run them bases nigga and she run them bases 85 year old rocking RMK flannel With supreme khakis and some Gucci sandals Bitch I'm on a beach and the beach name is fuck I catch an orgasm every time you suck Bitch I'm on the grind like I grind my teeth Put you niggas in tortillas cause I grind my beef And I poke her face, just like I'm playing poker Chilling like a villain painting faces like the Joker Tipping on 44's while I'm tipped on Jerry Sailor Smoke so much weed I need a muthafuckin' inhaler I'm on another level, pull down the leverage Bitch I quench the thirsty pass the muthafuckin' beverage