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PARTYNEXTDOOR - TURN UP (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
PARTYNEXTDOOR
PARTYNEXTDOOR
Vocals
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Programming
Cardiak
Cardiak
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carl McCormick
Carl McCormick
Songwriter
Ini Kamoze
Ini Kamoze
Songwriter
J. Brathwaite
J. Brathwaite
Songwriter
Shane Lindstrom
Shane Lindstrom
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Producer
Cardiak
Cardiak
Producer
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Noah "40" Shebib
Noah "40" Shebib
Additional Engineer
Dave Huffman
Dave Huffman
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Christal Jerez
Christal Jerez
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Greg Moffett
Greg Moffett
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nathan Miller
Nathan Miller
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Angela Randisi
Angela Randisi
Assistant Recording Engineer
Harley Arsenault
Harley Arsenault
Assistant Recording Engineer
David "Prep" Hughes
David "Prep" Hughes
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Oh Out in the streets they callin' murder Baby, have a drink with me, don't order a virgin (Ooh) I'm not controlla in it, I'm tryna see the turn up I wanna see you (Turn up) I wanna see you turn up (Oh) Yeah I done flew you out the city, girl I know that you look pretty but I want it all off (Yeah) You said come and come and get it So I came and came wit' it, fuck you 'til you nod off (Yeah) I'm PS, baby 'til I'm in Vegas, baby, 'til I hit TSA Well, there ain't no TSA (We flyin' jets) I hit Vegas straight I tell ya I'm on my way I can't bring sand to the beach (I won't bring sand) Can't bring this bitch to the strip (I won't bring her there) 'Cause you know bitches gon' hate on her Half of these bitches fake And you know what type of time I'm on (Woah, 'bout time) Out in the streets they callin' murder Baby, have a drink with me Don't order a virgin (Orderin' a virgin) I'm not controlla in it, I'm tryna see the turn up I wanna see you (Turn up) I wanna see you turn up (Oh) Yeah I done flew you out the city, girl I know that you look pretty but I want it all off You said come and come and get it So I came and came wit' it, fuck you 'til you nod off (Yeah) I'm PS, baby 'til I'm in Vegas, baby, 'til I hit TSA Well, there ain't no TSA I hit Vegas straight I tell ya I'm on my way I can't bring sand to the beach (I won't bring sand) Can't bring this bitch to the strip (Won't bring her there) 'Cause you know bitches gon' hate on her Half of these bitches fake and you know And you know what type of time I'm on (Woah, 'bout time) Out in the streets they callin' murder Baby, have a drink with me Don't order a virgin (Orderin' a virgin) I'm not controlla in it, I'm tryna see the turn up I wanna see you (Turn up) I wanna see you turn up (Oh) Out in the streets I know you doin' double shifts I know you do anything if you please You know I want those double D's Out in the Out in the streets, babe
Writer(s): Ini Kamoze, Carl E. Mccormick, Jahron Anthony Brathwaite, Shane Lee Lindstrom Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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