LOUD!

This so funkadelia
If you smell it
I won't sell it
I'll give it away to you
That way, you know it's the truth
They'll let me mail it
If I tell em
You're feeling sick
And this will well em
Assist that swelling
Calm that yelling
Hopefully, you know what to do

Turn my shit loud
Roll up that loud
Play my shit loud
This is that loud

Now you should be jumping
Cause this beat right here is bumping
No more slumping
No more lounging
Throw your hands in the air
Get rowdy
By now, you know what to do
Get loose
Like no one's watching you
Cause you the truth
It's ya dance floor
You're the main star
So after you hit the bar
Tell the DJ to

Turn my shit loud
Roll up that loud
Play my shit loud
This is that loud

I know I shouldn't condone it
It's me
I'm on it
I'm not only living for moments
Imma own it
Imma own it
I do not think that I should drive
Most likely probably would drive
Making it home is a long shot
Tiger Woods drive
I like my tree and my music
On the same level, but don't get it twisted
Cause if that Reggie get put in rotation
And make it to me
You know Imma hit it
And if I
And if I got to be frank
I got to thank
He
Who came with the stank
Turn my shit
You came here to drank
I came here to crank
Turn my shit loud
And if you down
Spark it back up
And pass it around
Don't need a board
To surf in the crowd
We surfing the clouds, just

Turn my shit loud
Roll up that loud
Play my shit loud
This is that loud



Credits
Writer(s): Robreese Williams
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