Turnt Down

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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
Bitch she bringing home dome on a daily basis
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