Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 4 What , by - DJ Drama. Release date: 05.09.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
4 What |
| DJ Drama what it do my G? |
| It’s the world nigga |
| We running the summer |
| I swear the night is starting to feel just like the night before |
| You know I’m on avion all acting a fool-io |
| We putting sparkles on them bottles make them move the ho |
| Step up in this bitch, you know I got my weapon |
| This ain’t a gym class, why is everybody sweating |
| Yeah I send them hoes some bottles |
| Them bitches looking thirsty |
| My checks are for the rim |
| I’m in this bitch I’m looking birdy |
| You know the coupe is bloody murder |
| The coupe is bloody murder |
| Yeah that motherfucker black |
| Let’s all pour color purple |
| 34 squares so that 1200 a circle |
| Do them numbers in his head |
| Swear that nigga smart as Urkel |
| Mirror, mirror, should I kill them |
| Gourmet to the Tims |
| 400 for this four door, and it ain’t got no rims |
| Tell my waitress keep them bottles coming |
| I’m drinking like a fish |
| When those sparklers pass your table |
| All you bitches make a wish |
| How much liquor it gonna take to get it cracking in this bitch |
| Look I came to get it in now why you acting this bitch |
| Turn down for what? |
| Turn down for what? |
| Just let me know give me the word I get it cracking in this ho |
| And I’m about to show out |
| 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 slo-mo |
| 450 thou, I blew that on a two door |
| Shit I git a new, I’ll 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 stunting on these niggas |
| I’m real as they say, so I’m holding court on these niggas |
| Wife beaters and jeans, and a pair of Jordans on these niggas |
| Head cocked to the back, and I smash the sport on these niggas |
| You get money then show it, if you ain’t then stop lying |
| If you looking for a nigga, bitch I ain’t hard to find |
| Only nigga in the city, million dollars a car |
| How you kick it with the goon, you meant to be with the star |
| Turn down for what |
| Made a few mill off two flows |
| Big dog, Cujo |
| Your man here, you mad now |
| In the booty club, I’m the cash cow |
| We turning up, we broke the knob up |
| I’m on Xanex, trying not to nod off |
| Finna bust your bitch like a sawed off |
| Making NBA money, I’m a ball hog |
| Big blunts and nigga still facing |
| Bank account look like The Matrix |
| Niggas be acting still hating |
| I’m rich and I stay super faded |
| Pouring up that Bombay, let that reefer burn |
| Getting gobbled by your bitch, my nigga wait your turn |
| Groupie bitches on my balls |
| Got them dancing with the stars |
| Once a million dollar nigga |
| Half a million dollar cars |
| Have to love them ratchet bitches |
| They get 2 Live with the Crew |
| Make them pop that pussy open |
| Man I feel like Uncle Luke |