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lirik lagu 4 what – dj drama


[intro: young jeezy]
dj drama what it do my g?
it’s the world n-gg-
we running the summer
i swear the night is starting to feel just like the night before
you know i’m on 80 all acting a fool-io
we putting sparkles on them bottles make them move the ho

[verse 1: young jeezy]
step up in this b-tch, you know i got my weapon
this ain’t a gym cl-ss, why is everybody sweating
yeah i send them hoes some bottles,
them b-tches looking thirsty
my checks are for the rim
i’m in this b-tch i’m looking birdy
you know the coupe is bl–dy murder
the coupe is bl–dy murder
yeah that motherf-cker black
let’s all pour color purple
34 squares so that 1200 a circle
do them numbers in his head
swear that n-gg- 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 p-ss your table
all you b-tches make a wish

[hook: young jeezy]
how much liquor it gonna take to get it cracking in this b-tch
look i came to get it in now why you acting this b-tch
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?

[verse 2: yo gotti]
motion picture sh-t, n-gg- i pull up in slo-mo
450 thou, i blew that on a two door
sh-t i git a new, i’ll send you to pluto
got a street n-gg-, but you knew that from the get-go
i’m turnt up to the max, and i’m just stunting on these n-gg-s
i’m real as they say, so i’m holding court on these n-gg-s
wife beaters and jeans, and a pair of jordans on these n-gg-s
head c-cked to the back, and i smash the sport on these n-gg-s
you get money then show it, if you ain’t then stop lying
if you looking for a n-gg-, b-tch i ain’t hard to find
only n-gg- in the city, million dollars a car
how you kick it with the goon, you meant to be with the star


[verse 3: juicy j]
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 kn-b up
i’m on xanex, trying not to nod off
finna bust your b-tch like a sawed off
making nba money, i’m a ball hog
big blunts and n-gg- still facing
bank account look like the matrix
n-gg-s be acting still hating
i’m rich and i stay super faded
pouring up that bombay, let that reefer burn
getting… by your b-tch, my n-gg- wait your turn
groupie b-tches on my b-lls
got them dancing with the stars
once a million dollar n-gg-
half a million dollar cars
have to love them ratchet b-tches
they get 2 live with the crew
make them pop that p-ssy open
man i feel like uncle luke