50 Cent - I’m All Turnt Up Lyrics

50 Cent - I’m All Turnt Up Lyrics:

G-G-G-G-G-G, It’s the muthaf-ckin unit!

My shit knock for blocks, you can hear it

G-G-G-G-G…Its the muthaf-ckin unit!

[Chorus]

(My rear view mirror is vibrating)

N-gga I’m all turnt up, My trunk is shakin’

(My rear view mirror is vibrating)

I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up

(My rear view mirror is vibrating)

N-gga I’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’

(My rear view mirror is vibrating)

I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up

[50 Cent - Verse 1]

I got a trunk full of tens

I got a stash full of ends

I got that 64 Regal sittin’ on 20″ rims

Got that Beamer that Bentley

I got that 63 Benz

And a white b-tch to suck dick like tomorrow’s the end

Call her head game the Hoover I mean the way she maneuver

Up and down, up and down, and a n-gga head spin ’round

She’s a fellatio pro, I get off watching her go

She get to takin’ it deep, and put a n-gga to sleep

[Chorus]

(My rear view mirror is vibrating)

N-gga I’m all turnt up, My trunk is shakin’

(My rear view mirror is vibrating)

I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up

(My rear view mirror is vibrating)

N-gga I’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’

(My rear view mirror is vibrating)

I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up

[50 Cent - Verse 2]

Its on now, ’cause these b-tches gyrating

We strapped right, cause n-ggas be violatin’

Party poppin’ she goin’ drop it she aint stoppin’

Sittin’ watchin’ system knockin’ hips rockin’ p-ssy poppin’ tic-toc-in

make it rain trick, make it, make it, make it rain trick

Play the game b-tch, shit make us both rich

F-ck the wimp shit its certified pimp shit

I aint nothin’ like the n-ggas you done been with

[Chorus]

(My rear view mirror is vibrating)

N-gga I’m all turnt up, My trunk is shakin’

(My rear view mirror is vibrating)

I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up

(My rear view mirror is vibrating)

N-gga I’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’

(My rear view mirror is vibrating)

I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up

[50 Cent]

It feel like my mind playin’ tricks on me

Tricks on me, tricks on me

Me I’m never trippin’ for a b-tch homie

b-tch homie, I’m rich homie

Turn it up!

Thats 14 out of 14 muthaf-cka

You n-ggas see me

Lamborghini top down ridin’ round this muthaf-cka

You n-ggas aint sayin nothin’

Know I got that muthaf-ckin tre pound, 6 shots muthaf-cka I let it rotate

N-ggas see me, ask me where Lloyd Banks at?

N-gga I dont know where the f-ck that Lil’ n-gga at

I aint heard from him

F-ck Yayo too n-gga , I’m on some new shit

F-ck the group n-gga

I’ma introduce you to my new n-ggas

Uh, its 0-11

I figured out whats the matter with this shit It aint me, its these n-ggas

Its the Roc, I’m on my Jay Z shit

Nah nah, f-ck the group man

I’m on my Beyonce shit

I’m on my way to the top godammit

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