Testo 4 What - DJ Drama
Testo della canzone 4 What (DJ Drama), tratta dall'album 4 What
I said step up in this bitch
You know I got my weapon
This ain't a gym class, why is everybody sweating?
Yea I sent them hoes some bottles
Man them bitches looking thirsty
My checks above the rim
I'm in this bitch, I'm looking birdy
You know the coupe is bloody murder
The coupe is bloody murder
Yea that motherfucker black as Harpo, color purple
34 Squares, so that 12 under the circle
Do the numbers in his head
Swear that nigga smart as Urkel
Mirror mirror, should I kill em?
Gourmets of the tens
400 For this 4 door, and it ain't got no rims
Tell my waitress keep them bottles coming
I'm drinking like a fish
When them sparklers pass your table
All you bitches make a wish
How much liquor it gon' take to get it crackin' in this bitch?
Look I came to get it in, now why y'all actin' in this bitch?
Turn down for what? Turn down for what?
Just let me know, give me the word, I get it crackin' in this ho
And I'm bout to show my ass, you know it's packed up in this ho
Turn down for what? Turn down for what?
Motion picture shit, nigga I pull up in slow mo
450 Thou, I blew that on a 2 door
Shit I got in this son of a bitch, send you to Pluto
Got a street nigga, but you knew that from the get go
I'm turnt up to the max and I'm just stuntin' on these niggas
Ain't real as they say so I'm holdin' court on these niggas
White beater and jeans and a pair of Jordans on these niggas
That car to the back and I smash the sport on these niggas
You get money, then show it
If you ain't, then stop lyin'
If you lookin' for a nigga, bitch I ain't hard to find
Only nigga in the city, million dollars in cars
I kick it with the goons, but meant to be with the stars
How much liquor it gon' take to get it crackin' in this bitch?
Look I came to get it in, now why y'all actin' in this bitch?
Turn down for what? Turn down for what?
Just let me know, give me the word, I get it crackin' in this ho
And I'm bout to show my ass, you know it's packed up in this ho
Turn down for what? Turn down for what?
Turn down for what?
Man if you hear me, I'm too flow
Big dog, Cujo
Your man here, you mad now
In the booty club, I'm the cash cow
We turnin' up, we broke the knob off
I'm on Xanax, tryin' not to nod off
Finna bust your bitch like a sawed off
Nigga NBA money, I'm a ball hog
Big blunts a nigga still facin'
Bank account look like the Matrix
Niggas be out here still hatin'
I'm rich and I stay super faded
Pourin' up that Bombay, let that reefer burn
Gettin' gaffled by your bitch, my nigga wait your turn
Groupie bitches on my balls
Got em dancin' with the stars
Multi-million dollar nigga
Half a million dollar cars
And I love them ratchet bitches
They get too loud with the crew
Make her pop that pussy open
Man I feel like Uncle Luke
How much liquor it gon' take to get it crackin' in this bitch?
Look I came to get it in, now why y'all actin' in this bitch?
Turn down for what? Turn down for what?
Just let me know, give me the word, I get it crackin' in this ho
And I'm bout to show my ass, you know it's packed up in this ho
Turn down for what? Turn down for what?
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Christopher Gholson, Jay Jenkins, Mario Sentell Giden, Tyree Cinque Simmons
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