[Intro: Young Jeezy]
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DJ Drama what it do my G?
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It's the world nigga
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We running the summer
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I swear the night is starting to feel just like the night before
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You know I'm on 80 all acting a fool-io
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We putting sparkles on them bottles make them move the ho
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[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
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Step up in this bitch, you know I got my weapon
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This ain't a gym class, why is everybody sweating
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Yeah I send them hoes some bottles,
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Them bitches looking thirsty
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My checks are for the rim
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I'm in this bitch I'm looking birdy
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You know the coupe is bloody murder
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The coupe is bloody murder
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Yeah that motherfucker black
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Let's all pour color purple
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34 squares so that 1200 a circle
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Do them numbers in his head
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Swear that nigga smart as Urkel
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Mirror, mirror, should I kill them
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Gourmet to the Tims
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400 for this four door, and it ain't got no rims
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Tell my waitress keep them bottles coming
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I'm drinking like a fish
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When those sparklers pass your table
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All you bitches make a wish
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[Hook: Young Jeezy]
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How much liquor it gonna take to get it cracking in this bitch
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Look I came to get it in now why you acting this bitch
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Turn down for what? Turn down for what?
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Just let me know give me the word I get it cracking in this ho
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And I'm about to show out
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You know it's packed up in this ho
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Turn down for what? Turn down for what?
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[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
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Motion picture shit, nigga I pull up in slo-mo
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450 thou, I blew that on a two door
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Shit I git a new , I'll send you to Pluto
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Got a street nigga, but you knew that from the get-go
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I'm turnt up to the max, and I'm just stunting on these niggas
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I'm real as they say, so I'm holding court on these niggas
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Wife beaters and jeans, and a pair of Jordans on these niggas
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Head cocked to the back, and I smash the sport on these niggas
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You get money then show it, if you ain't then stop lying
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If you looking for a nigga, bitch I ain't hard to find
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Only nigga in the city, million dollars a car
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How you kick it with the goon, you meant to be with the star
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Juicy J]
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Turn down for what
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Made a few mill off two flows
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Big dog, Cujo
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Your man here, you mad now
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In the booty club, I'm the cash cow
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We turning up, we broke the knob up
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I'm on Xanex, trying not to nod off
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Finna bust your bitch like a sawed off
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Making NBA money, I'm a ball hog
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Big blunts and nigga still facing
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Bank account look like The Matrix
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Niggas be acting still hating
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I'm rich and I stay super faded
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Pouring up that Bombay, let that reefer burn
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Getting… by your bitch, my nigga wait your turn
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Groupie bitches on my balls
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got them dancing with the stars
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Once a million dollar nigga
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Half a million dollar cars
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Have to love them ratchet bitches
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They get 2 Live with the Crew
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Make them pop that pussy open
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Man I feel like Uncle Luke
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[Hook]
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4 What
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Dj Drama |