| Somebody tell the DJ to turn it up,
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| Somebody tell the DJ to turn it up
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| Now I see why they hatin', my diamonds all them shaking
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| All the bad bitches I’m taking, if they hot then I’m blazin,
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| My nickname should be Benjamin, 'cause I stay with them Franklins
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| These niggas sayin' they ballin', but look like they needed donation
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| They see me spend what they makin', one night whole life savings
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| It’s like every day is a party, my life’s a fucking vacation,
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| And I don’t know my neighbors, 'cause the property is on Akers
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| My safe look like Vegas, my blurbs look like Jamaican
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| And my eyes looking like Asians, looking my party’s Caucasian
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| Look underrated the slaming, ya’ll niggas know what I’m baking,
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| Bitch I’ll be so far gone, although I can’t find my location,
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| Go ahead, try to pull card nigga,
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| All I’m holding is aces
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| Somebody tell the DJ to turn it up
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| Big face rollie on a cross to ball
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| Call the fucking doctor, boy we acting dumb, we acting dumb
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| Foreign whip, half a ticket, night sleeve
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| It’s big racks in my pocket, my pocket,
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| Shawty on that mollie,
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| Tell that bitch we rolling, this is my party.
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| This my party I get fly if I want to,
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| This my party bitch I do what I want to.
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| Ayo I’m big whips 4 wheelin, sip zips no hearing,
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| Louie bags no cops, is that your lick bitch I’m chillin, right?
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| Keep watch me when I’m in the building,
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| I’m crushing with what I am wearing,
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| They fussing like I ain’t carrying,
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| I bust em like a McLaren
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| They say I’m the life of the party,
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| I came to pick up a target,
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| Then she heading out, I’m on the hold list
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| Foreign whips, don’t ball em,
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| I get er to go, she won’t wanna leave,
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| By midnight I’m on number three,
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| They all know they ain’t number one,
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| Meeting my twenty, come to me!
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| When the laze no limit,
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| Money drop from the ceiling,
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| I’m all the plays and spirit,
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| She volunteered no stealin
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| Hoes down, G’s up, I’m foreign V keyd up,
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| I’m jockin greek, we stugs
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| I’m doin good, don’t need luck.
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| Somebody tell the DJ to turn it up
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| Big face rollie on a cross to ball
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| Call the fucking doctor, boy we acting dumb, we acting dumb
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| Foreign whip, half a ticket, night sleeve
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| It’s big racks in my pocket, my pocket,
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| Shawty on that mollie,
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| Tell that bitch we rolling, this is my party.
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| This my party I get fly if I want to,
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| This my party bitch I do what I want to. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Turn It Up , by - Lloyd Banks. Song from the album Dipset Mania Back to Business, Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп