People think im 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 Angeline All you gotta do, is the say the word And I’ll be right there on it All you gotta do, is the say the word And ill be right there for ya Do this while I do that, we like good judda, Gon baby be you, get on it while I tweet you Turnt up, all the way to the ceiling Burn 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 out, boi!
I need that Sexy, ratchet, sophisticated, ratchet That Black leather when it’s hot 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, wuh Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, wuh Loving everything you do, baby im in love with you Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, wuh Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, wuh People think im crazy but I love you cause you crazy too
My black light special She hotter than a flame tonight Burn up in this… and watch her do all them 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 (turnt) 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 killed it Got my chains all on that jelly. Where Michelle at? Where Kelly?
I need that Sexy, ratchet, sophisticated, ratchet That Black leather when it’s hot 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, wuh Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, wuh Loving everything you do, baby im in love with you Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, wuh Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, wuh People think im crazy but I love you cause you crazy too
I got picnic table, my automo Pull up blow the horn cuz 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 yo’ bathwater. Ferrogamo’s on my loafers Got my loafers on the sofa And I’m drinkin out a bottle Man I’m gonna need a bib Lookin like a kid, Tell you what it is Tell you where to go man, I’ll tell you what I did Yeh Kickin it, You gettin Kicked out. (Ouch) I don’t bring sand in my beach house (true) And yo body must be anticipatin cuz it already done licked out.
I need that Sexy, ratchet, sophisticated, ratchet That Black leather when it’s hot 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, wuh Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, wuh Loving everything you do, baby im in love with you Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, wuh Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, wuh People think im crazy but I love you cause you crazy too
