Turn Down For What (feat. Problem, Clyde Carson)
Ego Stars
Sorry Generie
Uh
Yeah (hey)
Uh
Nigga turn down for what?
(Might as well get this shit crackin', uh, uh)
Turn down for what? Yeah
(West coast shit, uh, uh)
Turn down for what?
(Uh, what?)
Uh, uh
Turn down for what?
Bitch nigga, watchu want?
So what, my number in ya girl phone?
So what, ya girl gave my girl down? It was crazy
You want me stop fuckin' 'er? Pussy nigga, make me
TU king, crown me official
I came in her mouth, gang came with the pistols
You know I got the pills, ya boy got the drank
Hoes got no limits, all we need is a tank
And shit to be smacking
Hell yeah, I'm high as my fashion
You knee deep you hit me, trust me, I'm taxin'
IRS, I have left no right, I'm gone
And like the porch lights, in the hood I stay on
Turn down for what?
Yeah (hey), uh
Nigga turn down for what?
Yeah (hey), uh uh
I turn down for what?
Uh, uh, uh (hey, hey)
Turn down for what?
White bitch, black bitch
Little Asian, a Mexican, a frat bitch
Show her top, skit, skinny, or a fat bitch?
I hit her up, like let's go get a tat, bitch
Bitch, I'm from Bompton, two speeds
Hood niggas smoke the kush out of loose leaves
Let her bounce on the dick till that bitch leave
She ain't even gotta call, take my ten speed
We don't love 'em, we don't love 'em, we don't fuck 'em
Extra rubbers, we don't duck 'em
Dirty sprite, red cup
Long night gotta fuck 'em
Nigga turn down for what?
Yeah (hey), uh
Nigga turn down for what?
Yeah (hey), uh
Turn down for what?
Uh, uh, uh (hey)
Turn down for what?
Came through on them lame dudes
V12 in the truck, show 'em what that range do
Only one-ten, fuck the four-five
Traffic like a motherfucker, nose dive
From San Bernadino, white city
Gardena, Pasadena, nigga, my city
Rap, ridin' through Bompton, in the five-fifty
Sunroof open whole hood gettin' high with me
I'm in the swap meet faded, worth 25 mil (hey)
Worth 25 mil, I know you bitch niggas hate it
Got a angel on the grill
Bitch ridin' shotgun, pop a pill like
Turn down for what?
Yeah (hey), uh
Nigga turn down for what?
Yeah (hey), uh
Turn down for what?
Uh, uh, uh (hey)
Turn down for what? (hey)
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Sorry Generie
Uh
Yeah (hey)
Uh
Nigga turn down for what?
(Might as well get this shit crackin', uh, uh)
Turn down for what? Yeah
(West coast shit, uh, uh)
Turn down for what?
(Uh, what?)
Uh, uh
Turn down for what?
Bitch nigga, watchu want?
So what, my number in ya girl phone?
So what, ya girl gave my girl down? It was crazy
You want me stop fuckin' 'er? Pussy nigga, make me
TU king, crown me official
I came in her mouth, gang came with the pistols
You know I got the pills, ya boy got the drank
Hoes got no limits, all we need is a tank
And shit to be smacking
Hell yeah, I'm high as my fashion
You knee deep you hit me, trust me, I'm taxin'
IRS, I have left no right, I'm gone
And like the porch lights, in the hood I stay on
Turn down for what?
Yeah (hey), uh
Nigga turn down for what?
Yeah (hey), uh uh
I turn down for what?
Uh, uh, uh (hey, hey)
Turn down for what?
White bitch, black bitch
Little Asian, a Mexican, a frat bitch
Show her top, skit, skinny, or a fat bitch?
I hit her up, like let's go get a tat, bitch
Bitch, I'm from Bompton, two speeds
Hood niggas smoke the kush out of loose leaves
Let her bounce on the dick till that bitch leave
She ain't even gotta call, take my ten speed
We don't love 'em, we don't love 'em, we don't fuck 'em
Extra rubbers, we don't duck 'em
Dirty sprite, red cup
Long night gotta fuck 'em
Nigga turn down for what?
Yeah (hey), uh
Nigga turn down for what?
Yeah (hey), uh
Turn down for what?
Uh, uh, uh (hey)
Turn down for what?
Came through on them lame dudes
V12 in the truck, show 'em what that range do
Only one-ten, fuck the four-five
Traffic like a motherfucker, nose dive
From San Bernadino, white city
Gardena, Pasadena, nigga, my city
Rap, ridin' through Bompton, in the five-fifty
Sunroof open whole hood gettin' high with me
I'm in the swap meet faded, worth 25 mil (hey)
Worth 25 mil, I know you bitch niggas hate it
Got a angel on the grill
Bitch ridin' shotgun, pop a pill like
Turn down for what?
Yeah (hey), uh
Nigga turn down for what?
Yeah (hey), uh
Turn down for what?
Uh, uh, uh (hey)
Turn down for what? (hey)
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Credits
Writer(s): William Grigahcine, Jonathan H. Smith, Martin Bresso
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