Yeah, $hamaar
Uh-young nigga with a lotta racks
In the club with a bad bitch
Shawty wanna f*ck a real nigga
Beat it up in a black whip
Had to get it on my own level
Been wavy since age 6
Never been around cool niggas
Still thuggin with a bad clique
Mama taught me how to get it right
Keep grinding till you make a hit
Do this shit till i'm outta sight
They wonder how I made it real quick
I made it
I made it
I made it
I got it
I got it
I got it
And when I pull up to the mall
I see it, I want it, I buy it
You haters will never be my friends
All I wanted was a lotta M's
Skating on a nigga like i'm Chance
Yeah my city know it i'm the man
Holdin' it down for my brodies
I f*ck with real niggas only
Started this shit with my homies
And I'm celebratin' with my homies
Swish!
Ima go ride in a whip
Ima go turn up this shit
Ima go and slide in ya chick
Ima go light up my wrist
Hold up, turn up
Hold up, turn up
Hold up, turn up
Hold up, turn up
Ima go ride in a whip
Ima go turn up this shit
Ima go and slide in ya chick
Ima go light up my wrist
Hold up, turn up
Hold up, turn up
Hold up, turn up
Hold up, turn up
Skinny nigga with a big dream
All I wanna do is just win
I ain't worried bout a lil thang
Just a lil nigga tryna keep the grind clean
Made it with the same niggaz (woah)
Yeah i'm ballin with a good team
We be flexin on these niggas (woah)
Pocket full of stacks they green
Uh-ride through the city like am Arthur
Toff Dawg nigga my brother
Still gotta grind, still gotta shine
Gotta get it with my nigga Lee he sparta
On the block manna bad man wit a bad gyal
We afih mash it up we badder
I got wavy homies
Got crazy homies
They ballin' just like they fathers aye
I'm outta town with the clique
I got the boyz in a whip
Y'all niggas know i'm the shit
Arthur got it yeah he rich
Studio my new home
Real bad boy in a cool zone
I bury haters, I terminate 'em
You ain't talkin' paper
I'm sorry later
I'm gone
Ima go ride in a whip
Ima go turn up this shit
Ima go and slide in ya chick
Ima go light up my wrist
Hold up, turn up
Hold up, turn up
Hold up, turn up
Hold up, turn up
Ima go ride in a whip
Ima go turn up this shit
Ima go and slide in ya chick
Ima go light up my wrist
Hold up, turn up
Hold up, turn up
Hold up, turn up
Hold up, turn up
$hamaar - Turn Up Lyrics
$hamaar - Turn Up Lyrics
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Yeah, $hamaar
Uh-young nigga with a lotta racks
In the club with a bad bitch
Shawty wanna f*ck a real nigga
Beat it up in a black whip
Had to get it on my own level
Been wavy since age 6
Never been around cool niggas
Still thuggin with a bad clique
Mama taught me how to get it right
Keep grinding till you make a hit
Do this shit till i'm outta sight
They wonder how I made it real quick
I made it
I made it
I made it
I got it
I got it
I got it
And when I pull up to the mall
I see it, I want it, I buy it
You haters will never be my friends
All I wanted was a lotta M's
Skating on a nigga like i'm Chance
Yeah my city know it i'm the man
Holdin' it down for my brodies
I f*ck with real niggas only
Started this shit with my homies
And I'm celebratin' with my homies
Swish!
Ima go ride in a whip
Ima go turn up this shit
Ima go and slide in ya chick
Ima go light up my wrist
Hold up, turn up
Hold up, turn up
Hold up, turn up
Hold up, turn up
Ima go ride in a whip
Ima go turn up this shit
Ima go and slide in ya chick
Ima go light up my wrist
Hold up, turn up
Hold up, turn up
Hold up, turn up
Hold up, turn up
Skinny nigga with a big dream
All I wanna do is just win
I ain't worried bout a lil thang
Just a lil nigga tryna keep the grind clean
Made it with the same niggaz (woah)
Yeah i'm ballin with a good team
We be flexin on these niggas (woah)
Pocket full of stacks they green
Uh-ride through the city like am Arthur
Toff Dawg nigga my brother
Still gotta grind, still gotta shine
Gotta get it with my nigga Lee he sparta
On the block manna bad man wit a bad gyal
We afih mash it up we badder
I got wavy homies
Got crazy homies
They ballin' just like they fathers aye
I'm outta town with the clique
I got the boyz in a whip
Y'all niggas know i'm the shit
Arthur got it yeah he rich
Studio my new home
Real bad boy in a cool zone
I bury haters, I terminate 'em
You ain't talkin' paper
I'm sorry later
I'm gone
Ima go ride in a whip
Ima go turn up this shit
Ima go and slide in ya chick
Ima go light up my wrist
Hold up, turn up
Hold up, turn up
Hold up, turn up
Hold up, turn up
Ima go ride in a whip
Ima go turn up this shit
Ima go and slide in ya chick
Ima go light up my wrist
Hold up, turn up
Hold up, turn up
Hold up, turn up
Hold up, turn up
Uh-young nigga with a lotta racks
In the club with a bad bitch
Shawty wanna f*ck a real nigga
Beat it up in a black whip
Had to get it on my own level
Been wavy since age 6
Never been around cool niggas
Still thuggin with a bad clique
Mama taught me how to get it right
Keep grinding till you make a hit
Do this shit till i'm outta sight
They wonder how I made it real quick
I made it
I made it
I made it
I got it
I got it
I got it
And when I pull up to the mall
I see it, I want it, I buy it
You haters will never be my friends
All I wanted was a lotta M's
Skating on a nigga like i'm Chance
Yeah my city know it i'm the man
Holdin' it down for my brodies
I f*ck with real niggas only
Started this shit with my homies
And I'm celebratin' with my homies
Swish!
Ima go ride in a whip
Ima go turn up this shit
Ima go and slide in ya chick
Ima go light up my wrist
Hold up, turn up
Hold up, turn up
Hold up, turn up
Hold up, turn up
Ima go ride in a whip
Ima go turn up this shit
Ima go and slide in ya chick
Ima go light up my wrist
Hold up, turn up
Hold up, turn up
Hold up, turn up
Hold up, turn up
Skinny nigga with a big dream
All I wanna do is just win
I ain't worried bout a lil thang
Just a lil nigga tryna keep the grind clean
Made it with the same niggaz (woah)
Yeah i'm ballin with a good team
We be flexin on these niggas (woah)
Pocket full of stacks they green
Uh-ride through the city like am Arthur
Toff Dawg nigga my brother
Still gotta grind, still gotta shine
Gotta get it with my nigga Lee he sparta
On the block manna bad man wit a bad gyal
We afih mash it up we badder
I got wavy homies
Got crazy homies
They ballin' just like they fathers aye
I'm outta town with the clique
I got the boyz in a whip
Y'all niggas know i'm the shit
Arthur got it yeah he rich
Studio my new home
Real bad boy in a cool zone
I bury haters, I terminate 'em
You ain't talkin' paper
I'm sorry later
I'm gone
Ima go ride in a whip
Ima go turn up this shit
Ima go and slide in ya chick
Ima go light up my wrist
Hold up, turn up
Hold up, turn up
Hold up, turn up
Hold up, turn up
Ima go ride in a whip
Ima go turn up this shit
Ima go and slide in ya chick
Ima go light up my wrist
Hold up, turn up
Hold up, turn up
Hold up, turn up
Hold up, turn up
Writer: David Garshong, Jermaine Quarm
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid