Turn Her Up - Lib

Oh Out in the streets they callin' murder Baby, have a drink with me, don't order a virgin (Ooh) I'm not controlla in it, I'm tryna see the turn up I wanna see you (Turn up) I wanna see you turn up (Oh) Yeah I done flew you out the city, girl I know that you look pretty but I want it all off (Yeah) You said come and come and get it So I came and came wit' it, fuck you 'til you nod off (Yeah) I'm PS, baby 'til I'm in Vegas, baby, 'til I hit TSA Well, there ain't no TSA (We flyin' jets) I hit Vegas straight I tell ya I'm on my way I can't bring sand to the beach (I won't bring sand) Can't bring this bitch to the strip (I won't bring her there) 'Cause you know bitches gon' hate on her Half of these bitches fake And you know what type of time I'm on (Woah, 'bout time) Out in the streets they callin' murder Baby, have a drink with me Don't order a virgin (Orderin' a virgin) I'm not controlla in it, I'm tryna see the turn up I wanna see you (Turn up) I wanna see you turn up (Oh) Yeah I done flew you out the city, girl I know that you look pretty but I want it all off You said come and come and get it So I came and came wit' it, fuck you 'til you nod off (Yeah) I'm PS, baby 'til I'm in Vegas, baby, 'til I hit TSA Well, there ain't no TSA I hit Vegas straight I tell ya I'm on my way I can't bring sand to the beach (I won't bring sand) Can't bring this bitch to the strip (Won't bring her there) 'Cause you know bitches gon' hate on her Half of these bitches fake and you know And you know what type of time I'm on (Woah, 'bout time) Out in the streets they callin' murder Baby, have a drink with me Don't order a virgin (Orderin' a virgin) I'm not controlla in it, I'm tryna see the turn up I wanna see you (Turn up) I wanna see you turn up (Oh) Out in the streets I know you doin' double shifts I know you do anything if you please You know I want those double D's Out in the Out in the streets, babe

Oohh (from the back), oohh (from the side) Oohh (all night) oohh I said, I turned her on, now I can't turn her off I turned her on, now I can't turn her off I turned her on, now I can't turn her off Now I can't turn her off Now I can't turn her off Face down, ass up, she love the shit (yeah) But I just wanna know girl can you handle it This that type of shit she love (she love) Ima beat it up (it up), till you catch that nut (uhuh) Everything I do (I do), I just do it for you I can turn her on (her on), I can make her moan all night Pick you up until you feel just right (just right) Bring that pussy here girl, I know just what you like Oohh (from the back) oohh (from the side) oohh (all night) oohh All the freaky things I wanna do to her She aint no rooky none of this is new to her (no) Beat it from the back until she scream my name (scream my name) I got to wet her pussy like a hurricane (wet) I turned her on, now I can't turn her off We goin hard she dont like it soft This that type of shit I love (I love) Bring it close so I can eat It up Oohh (from the back) oohh (from he side) oohh (all night) oohh I said, I turned her on, now I can't turn her off I turned her on, now I can't turn her off I turned her on, now I can't turn her off Now I can't turn her off Now I can't turn her off This that type of she love Type of shit she love Yeah, uhuh Yeah, uhuh Yeah

We got it, we got it, we got what you need Break all the bread with nobody between Taking off on jets, burning kerosine That's fire on fire, we smoke gasoline Putting in work we don't do it for free Call me young Meek, I'm chasing a dream And don't give a f- what they think about me Got a grand scheme, me and my team I got a whole plan to make it out You ain't never love us, you fake it now "F-" number zero, what I gave out Got a few zeroes in my account Got a few secrets I can't hand out Cause you a snake, can't be my mans now Ain't no dissin' I got fans now And you know I can't let a fan down I'm all over the place Can't even feel my face Almost went so insane But I gotta bounce back every day Don't got time but I do got a place If I got a Patek, gotta ice the face If I had ya b-, then I forgot her name So keep the past in the past, we got cash to make And a bag to catch, so what the f- you thought? Had to boss up, I feel like Rick Ross I shoot all my shots and get applause And I never even practice at all I feel just like Justin, have to ball Way too talented, we have to charge If you gang you pay just half the cost In the end, we all gotta go hard We got it, we got it, we got what you need Break all the bread with nobody between Taking off on jets, burning kerosine That's fire on fire, we smoke gasoline Putting in work we don't do it for free Call me young Meek, I'm chasing a dream And don't give a f- what they think about me Got a grand scheme, me and my team In my bag like Silkin, got no time for regrets Fill my DM with b-, I leave you in my requests Had to trust my process, I been so impatient Prayers stay up, God bless, we living in Revelation Ain't got time to waste, give a time and place You can guarantee I'll be pull up on time Eighty times a day, s- on my phased ass haters with a couple of lines Staying focused up, for the both of us And anyone that's down to ride No one's cold as us, or as bold as us You cannot hang around my guys With a bag to catch, so what the f- you thought? Had to boss up, I feel like Rick Ross I shoot all my shots and get applause And I never even practice at all Never ever letting down my guard Swimming with the sharks till I kill Jaws I don't follow rules or any laws 'Cause In the end we all gotta go hard Gotta go hard Gotta go hard