Young Thug – Turn Up Lyrics

(Intro)
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh, oh, oh yeah!
Tugger! Tugger!

(Chorus)
Turn up for the club, turn up, turn up
Turn up for the club
Just turn up for the club
Alright just turn up for the club
Turn up for the club
Just turn up for the club
Turn up in the front and turn up, turn up in the back
Turn up in the front and turn up, turn up in the back

(Verse 1)
Electric slide, baby slip and slip and slip and slide, slide, slide
Turn up on the side, turn up side to side, side, side, side
I got what you want, I got what you need, I got it
I got what you want, I got what you need
I know you crave, I know what you want
I got what you like, just come home with me
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock side to side
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock front to back
Ride, ride, ride, ride, ride on this side
What, walk, walk, walk, walk, front to back, Thugger!
I want it, f**k it, baby, show it
I got big racks and I’m loaded
I want something and I know it
Bring it straight, straight to me
Party boy, is my first name
Playboy is my last name
F**k you slow in the fast lane
S**k me up til I’m crashing
Crash into your pu**y
Chains on and it’s gushy
All these ni**as be wishing they was in my position
Thugger, Thugger, Thugger!

(Chorus)
Turn up for the club
Just turn up for the club
Alright just turn up for the club
Turn up for the club
Just turn up for the club
Turn up in the front and turn up, turn up in the back
Turn up in the front and turn up, turn up in the back
Electric slide, baby slip and slip and slip and slide, slide, slide
Turn up on the side, turn up side to side, side, side, side

(Verse 2)
I f**ked her good and she know it
I ate it good and she owe me
She s**k me good and she hoping
I put it all in her throat and
Now she wanna drink my babies
Pu**y wet and I’m soaking
I want green like a lettuce
Bought a massage with my lotion
Yeah, like a boss do it
Yeah, I might talk to it
Yeah, I might walk to it
F**k it, I might walk through it
F**ked her on a bean bag
Black tiger, white Jag
Bi**h I’m riding with old lady
Nah I can’t Skype back
But I can late night that
Mayweather, I fight that
And I don’t even know her, really
Break her jaw like I’m Gilly
Two years, four milli
I just want a sore kidney
Got it and she know I’m getting it
I don’t wanna talk about it
I just wanna be about it
I just wanna hit it once
You can let him do it second
Balmain with zippers on em
Yeah this a private pocket
I deserve a Big Meechy
We don’t cuff the thottie thotties

(Repeat Chorus)

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