Текст песни Turn Me Up - Lebra Jolie

Buddha bless this beat
Turn me up, hoe can't fuck like me
Can't cook like me, can't look like me (say what)
That bitch ain't built like me
Ain't booked like me, wish you could like me (say what)
These hoe be talkin' about all the shit they wish they could
Heard a hoe be lookin' for me
I'm out in the wishy bitch wood (turn me up)

Tell that ho to come out and play
You know I le' chu down
Heard she never wanted a nigga
But he my favorite now
He call me baby now
And shit we just met

You really wasting breath
No shade, but this is just love
I ain't popping my shit on the white coat in a minute
I swear to God
I ain't going back and forth with a hoe
This ain't no tennis

I swear to God
These hoe be looking for the clout they in my mansion
Swear to God
A hoe really fuck my beat
He catching feelings
I swear to God

But you the man, huh? (uh-huh)
You fucking mens, huh? (uh-huh)
Ain't got no Benz, huh? (uh-huh)
That lil bitch paind ait (uh-huh)
I think she playin' now (uh-huh)
You can't be that dumb (uh-huh)
All the niggas in the world with money
And you fuck that one

Turn me up, hoe can't fuck like me
Can't cook like me, can't look like me (say what)
That bitch ain't built like me
Ain't booked like me, wish you could like me (say what)
These hoe be talkin' about all the shit they wish they could
Heard a hoe be lookin' for me
I'm out in the wishy bitch wood

Turn me up, hoe can't fuck like me
Can't cook like me, can't look like me (say what)
That bitch ain't built like me
Ain't booked like me, wish you could like me (say what)
These hoe be talkin' about all the shit they wish they could
Heard a hoe be lookin' for me
I'm out in the wishy bitch wood

Fuck, I like talkin' I'm tweakin'
And you know I'ma crash that demon
Bitch you gone die behind that dick
I'm clickin' out, I mean it
Running her mouth, she teasin'
Bitch mad, ain't got no reason
Like a holiday, it's my season
Man, this bitch got me fucked up

I'm in that big body truck
Fine shit, better get your money up
These hoes be talkin' 'bout goin' 50 50
With a nigga four nut
50 bitch, I wish I would
I could never be the hoe you fuckin'
How you gave your pussy up to a rich nigga
Still left with nothin'

Turn me up, hoe can't fuck like me
Can't cook like me, can't look like me (say what)
That bitch ain't built like me
Ain't booked like me, wish you could like me (say what)
These hoe be talkin' about all the shit they wish they could
Heard a hoe be lookin' for me
I'm out in the wishy bitch wood

Turn me up, hoe can't fuck like me
Can't cook like me, can't look like me (say what)
That bitch ain't built like me
Ain't booked like me, wish you could like me (say what)
These hoe be talkin' about all the shit they wish they could
Heard a hoe be lookin' for me
I'm out in the wishy bitch wood

Turn me up (turn me up, turn me up)
Turn me up (turn me up, turn me up)
Turn me up (turn me up, turn me up)
Turn me up (turn me up, turn me up)