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boy theres levels. to this shit

but i gotta dumb it down for the audience

this that shit u bumpin yo whip

sippin on some bacardi shit

if its dope then i thought of it

bugatti boys ferarri bitches

mofuckin party bizness,

ciroc sippin molly poppin

we boutta get this party poppin

trippin. cause im. crossfaded

lookin for the next hit,

nigga i just made it

ray ban vision, overplayed it

fuck hiphop youve indicated

yall can keep it turnt up

zero fucks, make more bucks

and stay twistin that burn. up

TURN DOWN FOR WHAT

TURN DOWN FOR W0HAT

yall rappers just suck

cant step to my cristal

hammer time wit these pistals

get high or sit down

gucci all on my wrist now

bad bitch she dropit low, popit slow, then stop and go

swagger tothe fullest, fresh steez is far from optional

stayin sober impossible

spotted gold on the silverware

im audible on that software

drop dominos like i dont care

bitch we. make it rain. from the rooftop to the lobby stairs

all these chocolate bitches mad, because i prefer vanilla

and we poppin wristbands, but the whip be bumpin dilla

homie got that spacejam, we blastin off past jupiter

scent fresher than new mail, hop off my coattails

i got bars dont do jail

its overcrowded, over clouded the whip

swag level hunnid thousand

speakers bumpin that shit

i drowned the flow all in em soundwaves

moola guap poundcake

reasons that i gotta sound great

keep talkin that shit, like i aint made a dollar yet

when i get my trophy, ima hire you to polish it

acknowledge it, stylish shit, college chicks

love to hear my rhymin shit

you be eatin that ramen shit

we be gettin em dollars quick

real nigga. all me. by myself. but my squad fly

panty dropper, chocolate droppa, kevin hart thug life

i needa. bitch now. that could. break a bitch down.

parents. got me. stressin. i dont. give a. shit now

its easy cause my flow sick, yall slow my flow quick

stay swiftly. spitt,in some cold shit

thinkin that i gotta gold dick, that should be matched wita gold bitch

gold bricks, or glow sticks. currensy for them rave kids

we be poppin bottles like we celebratin the new year

speakers pumpin rap no dancin in this shoe wear

break a beat down like i break a bitch down

rose by the case we gon make this bitch drown

this club need a poncho, so someone call alonzo

and my homie got that train wreck, headband. RONDO.