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Correct DOn't Turn Me Off Lyrics
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Nnamdi Ogbonnaya
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Correct DOn't Turn Me Off
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[Hook] Don’t turn me off You’re playing around Don’t act like I don’t know I’m ready to blow I’m ready to blow Just put me on I’ve been around a minute I should know I’m ready to blow Ready to blow Don’t turn me off [Verse 1] Don’t let me stop I stay up no blue pill Got no shit I'm too broke [?] All these young think I’m doing too much You ain’t seen shit I ain’t done noth- Did you like your lips were built to spill I’m a secret you keep in your jewelers A weakness gon whip at [?] These fishes on chlorophyll Surrounding[?] the caution yellow Please drown in the drool Like your down in the pool With your legs tied up to a cinder block You’re a vacant hearted kid in a garden I’m a filthy armpit But you smell me coming (Dick is clay-yay) [?] Running shit My calfs is crazy Cash has never been optional It’s a package deal with the product bro You don’t even gotta pay extra You just gotta pay respect to Everybody wants to be next up I just wanna inspire them I just wanna go prior and No I never get tired I’m a legendary degree[?] Bringing the holies of holies out of the darkness That's just the job of an artist Don’t even get me started Cause I’ve already been gone You’ll never Don’t ever Don’t ever [Hook] Don’t turn me off You’re playing around Don’t act like I don’t know I’m ready to blow I’m ready to blow Just put me on I’ve been around a minute I should know I’m ready to blow Ready to blow Don’t turn me off [Verse 2] You can turn me off If you wanna That’s your option But You gone miss some bangers Buy these fuckers[?] Yeah I got em, yeah I got em Yeah, really really got em Girls get silly when I drop em Twenty-four seven Round the clock Twenty-four seven Have em slumping over like I shot em Always something hungry tamagotchi Get the finger-fucking Maserati Me and Nnamdi gonna cook up the good stuff Some sweet tasty pastries And shove it down your throats, Kobayashi You watered down wieners are so ugh You girls make me gag You a joke, you a gag I need to go write a fucking book Tell you little youngins where to look Sell your little youngins on the scheme Not a damn knocking on my team I’ve got blunts like that from Anápolis Stunts like Jackie Chan I pull up in gold chucks in a caravan Funny dance like I’m Adam Sand Leave ‘em tagged like an ampersand Leave me alone I’m the master hand I’m three hundred percent of the average man And you can cube that I’m in the swag class You can tune me out but you can’t turn me off (no) Even unplugged I still got the power (still got the power) When you get shit done that leaves more room for fun So I’mma cap this verse and go game (game) [Hook] Don’t turn me off You’re playing around Don’t act like I don’t know I’m ready to blow I’m ready to blow Just put me on I’ve been around a minute I should know I’m ready to blow I'm ready to blow Don't ever, don't ever, don't ever
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