Turn It Out (feat. Iamsu!)

Bitch it's your time And it's good Got a big ol' ass like you should B-bitch it's your time And it's good Every time I see your ass in my hood Drop drop it low T-to the ground Pi-pi-pick it up slow then turn around M-make it clap Th-th-that's the sound Ass up, face down, go girl turn it out I'mma tell a bitch straight like that Why you over here late like that? If you ain't fuckin', you ain't suckin', you ain't throwin' out the pussy Bitch I knock it out the stadium, veteran not a rookie Cut the cake and the cookie Execution [?] Put her face in the movie then pass the bitch off to Susie, God I pray for your forgiveness if I'm out of line If it's [?] sixty minutes then she out of time When I put a mag out she almost ran out Had to pin her to her man's couch 'til she passed out Wake up screamin' fuck her man while we in her man house If she thinkin' I'mma keep her she runnin' the wrong route Rather she go south And fill up her whole mouth Do chin-ups and deepthroat Then zip it like pea-coats Don't tell nobody If my bitch find out you don't want that kind of party, no Turn it out Tur-tur-turn it out Turn it out Tur-tur-turn it out Turn it out Tur-tur-turn it out Ass up, face down, go girl turn it out Yeah, get money, stay trill Ferragamo belt cost eight bills Young nigga ball like Patty Mills Stop hatin' on me, let a nigga live Long afro, no braids And my current girl go both ways I'm starin' at the sun homie, no shades So I can't see you broke hoes anyway I'm in the game like EA Sold out shows nigga, each state Shorty from Atlanta, that's the Peach State Show her how to make bands, no cheesecake Yeah, hit it 'til the spring break A whole bunch of girls like spring break, yeah I was a broke boy but things change I could show you baby boys like Ving Rhames Turn it out Tu-tu-turn it out Goddamn!