Fabolous - All The Way Turnt Up lyrics

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Fabolous - All The Way Turnt Up lyrics

[Hook] And shawty we all the way turnt up All the way turnt up All the way turnt up All the way turnt up All the way turnt up All the way turnt up All the way turnt up All the way turnt up [Verse 1: Fabolous] We ballin' over here Tune into the game Call me Rose Bryant Call Patron James We walk up in this jawn thick Tell em play my song quick And we gone make a f**in' movie Like a p**n flick We on a mission We the James Bond clique We gon' k** em till the bars close, Convict Shawty I was born slick Short temper long dick Hit you with this magic stick After that we gone trick Wala no leash on my colla' And if that b**h is molla' I'm single as a dolla' Smoke west coast kush In my boy Impala Got me in the Carmelo f**in' with that Lala n***as say they can't be seen Ain't nobody lookin' though Turn the heat up on that beef Ain't nobody cookin' though A section full of them b**hes That Yo Gotti Lookin' foe Yeah that's them 5 stars They get money drive cars They got them bangin' bodies With out the knife scar They take them shots to the head And survive y'all... NICE This the flyest sh** you may have heard We all the way up in this Too Short's favorite word [Hook] [Verse 2: Trey Songz] Hit the spot like a god knowin' hoes and greenery Watch full of cuts blowin' spinach check the scenery East side high tryna not to spill my lean on me Oh sh** dope dick bet your woman feign on me Mic check test 1, 2 blue sing on me You destined for fame don't you be ashamed Tune into the game if that's Patron James Then call me Dwayne Spade Ain't no body in my lane Purple Rain True Trees Reggie Kush She don't do meat call her Veggie Bush I'm a fall back though I don't ever push 1 head 4 chicks 8 legs Octopus n***a you don't know all about that I'm a Telemundo freakin for the weekend Eatin' clams mussels lobster Kitchen bed sofa Stretchin' like Rosa Acosta partna You know I'm the coldest On my North Pole sh** While you on your rockin' South Pole when it's cold sh** Don't ask me for hooks you can't afford my focus Ya turns up Trigga turnt up

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