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The Dream - Turnt Lyrics

People think I'm crazy but I love you cause you crazy too
Radio Killa
Red light special, undress me under the candle light
Turnt up in this business
Watch me do all of them things you like
I'm ready to go, ready to blow, like Grammy night
In the back of that limousine
Billy Bob and Angelina
All you gotta do is the say the word
And I'll be right there on ya
All you gotta do is the say the word
And I'll be right there for ya
Do this while I do that, we like good judda
Come baby, be you, get on it while I see you
Turnt up, all the way to the ceiling
Burnt up, till you ain't got no feeling
On my phone, like Siri
Talkin' bout you gon' kill it
Beat it up, until I black out
Cash up, boy

I need that
Sexy ratchet, sophisticated ratchet
That black leather with the Sun outside in the summer time, ratchet
She need that cocky ratchet
Ready to cock back, ratchet
That drop top, in December, on mid-winter, ratchet

Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, woh
Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, woh
Loving everything you do, baby I'm in love with you
Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, woh
Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, woh
People think I'm crazy but I love you cause you crazy too

You're my black light special
She hotter than a flame tonight
Burnt up in this and watch you do all the things I like
Say you the reason why all of these rap niggas start singing
She say you the reason why all of these cute girls got baby
All you gotta do is say what's happening
And I'll be right there baby
All you gotta do is say what's popping
And I'll be right there shorty
On the phone, like Siri
I told you I was gon' kill it
Got my chains all on that jelly
Where Michelle at? Where Kelly?

I need that
Sexy ratchet, sophisticated ratchet
That black leather with the Sun outside in the summer time, ratchet
She need that cocky ratchet
Ready to cock back, ratchet
That drop top, in December, on mid-winter, ratchet

Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, woh
Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, woh
Loving everything you do, baby, I'm in love with you
Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, woh
Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, woh
People think I'm crazy but I love you cause you crazy too

I got a picnic table, my automo
Pull up, blow the horn, girl we gotta go
You come out lookin' like a pot of gold
Now they tryna cramp our style, Charlie Horse
I'm like: What yo name? What yo phone number?
I kill that thang, whoa, manslaughter
You so sexy man, I ain't flexin'
Shawty, I'll drink your bathwater
Ferrogamo's on my loafers
Got my loafers on the sofa
And I'm drinking out a bottle, man, I'm gonna need a bib
Looking like a kid, tell you what it is
Tell you where to go, man, I'll tell you what I did
Yeah, kickin' it, you getting kicked out (ouch)
I don't bring sand in my beach house (true)
And your body must be anticipating, cause it already done licked out

I need that
Sexy ratchet, sophisticated ratchet
That black leather with the Sun outside in the summer time, ratchet
I need that cocky ratchet
Ready to cock back, ratchet
That drop top, in December, on mid-winter, ratchet

Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, woh
Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, woh
Loving everything you do, baby, I'm in love with you
Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, woh
Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, woh
People think I'm crazy but I love you cause you crazy too