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Still Turnt (Forever B$hot) (feat. Shad da God) letra


Still
[?]
Wakin' you up
Inform you
Still (Metro!)
Doin' what we doin'
Havin' what we havin'
Tell you, president

Let that money fly, fuck it, we done trapped to Mars, boy
When you swag like this I got some hoes you can borrow, boy
Bank roll bussin' out your pocket we still call 'em thigh pads
We the ones that broke the scale, servin' out the trap bag
Let that money fly, fuck it, we done trapped to Mars, boy
When you swag like this I got some hoes you can borrow, boy
Bank roll bussin' out your pocket we still call 'em thigh pads
We the ones that broke the scale, servin' out the trap bag
Bus out, trappin' in the water, then they comin' back glad
And you really next to this shit nigga, we just splash
Been a teacher to these nigga, took they ass to swag class
Super charged flying past, [?] highway on the gas

Yeah we still turnt (turnt up)
Yeah we still turnt (turnt up)
Yeah we still turnt (turnt up)
Yeah we still turnt (turnt up)
Yeah we still turnt (turnt up)
Yeah we still turnt (turnt up)
Yeah we still turnt (turnt up)
Yeah we still turnt up

Antique on my pants, [?] gon' show her ass
Always Jim Jones, Chrome Heart on my hat
Goyard for the belt, with the bag to match
Bitch my life a movie, you know I'm living fast
Still lit, when they found me I was turnt nigga
Did my first song when I was sixteen and it worked nigga
Money, swag, Moncler, watch her twerk nigga
Ho, sit down, for that work, hit my chirp nigga

Let that money fly, fuck it, We done trapped to Mars, boy
When you swag like this I got some hoes you can borrow, boy
Bank roll bussin' out your pocket we still call 'em thigh pads
We the ones that broke the scale, servin' out the trap bag
Bus out, trappin' in the water, then they comin' back glad
And you really next to this shit nigga, we just splash
Been a teacher to these nigga, took they ass to swag class
Super charged flying past, [?] highway on the gas

Yeah we still turnt (turnt up)
Yeah we still turnt (turnt up)
Yeah we still turnt (turnt up)
Yeah we still turnt (turnt up)
Yeah we still turnt (turnt up)
Yeah we still turnt (turnt up)
Yeah we still turnt (turnt up)
Yeah we still turnt up

Yeah we still turnt and we smokin' purp
Big bro got Jamaican work he said his chick a jerk
Then that [?], put 3, 5 in the blunt
I'm mixing Polo with the Prada, I do my own stunts
First yall niggas sippin' Act', new lil' shit her ass fat
And I found that money like that money shit got [?]
Me and guap and Metro yeah we go back, like four flat
Say go and take it easy on your thumbs you count up munyun too much

Let that money fly, fuck it, we done trapped to Mars, boy
When you swag like this I got some hoes you can borrow, boy
Bank roll bussin' out your pocket we still call 'em thigh pads
We the ones that broke the scale, servin' out the trap bag
Bus out, trappin' in the water, then they comin' back glad
And you really next to this shit nigga, we just splash
Been a teacher to these nigga, took they ass to swag class
Super charged flying past, [?] highway on the gas

Yeah we still turnt (turnt up)
Yeah we still turnt (turnt up)
Yeah we still turnt (turnt up)
Yeah we still turnt (turnt up)
Yeah we still turnt (turnt up)
Yeah we still turnt (turnt up)
Yeah we still turnt (turnt up)
Yeah we still turnt up (metroski)

Me and guap and Metro yeah we go back, like four flat
Let that money fly, we done trapped to Mars
When your swag like this, when your swag like this
Ay Metro check this out, man, look we tired of that zibba-zabba-zabba-zabba music, man
We need some of that real music back, that old Atlanta back, man
We need some of that futuristic lean
We need some of that J Money, first name, last name
Some of that, wassuup, wassuup, bow, bow, bow
We need all that back, okay?
Look I'm tryna have fun again Metro
These clubs different now
I'm tired of the percocet music
I'm tired of these girls walkin' into them clubs, drunk, can't walk
Can't stand up, they too turnt, all they wanna do is go live and be on they Snap
Look Metro, we sick of that, okay? YN
Look we tryna have fun in the club
We ain't tryna worry about getting shot at all the damn time
Come on now, Metro let's bring it back
Let's bring it back baby, 'cause I'm ready
I'm ready to get twerked on again

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