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PARTYNEXTDOOR - TURN UP (Official Audio)
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PARTYNEXTDOOR
PARTYNEXTDOOR
Вокал
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Программирование
Cardiak
Cardiak
Программирование
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Carl McCormick
Carl McCormick
Автор песен
Ini Kamoze
Ini Kamoze
Автор песен
J. Brathwaite
J. Brathwaite
Автор песен
Shane Lindstrom
Shane Lindstrom
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Продюсер
Cardiak
Cardiak
Продюсер
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Миксинг-инженер
Noah "40" Shebib
Noah "40" Shebib
Дополнительный инженер
Dave Huffman
Dave Huffman
Ассистент мастеринг-инженера
Christal Jerez
Christal Jerez
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Greg Moffett
Greg Moffett
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Nathan Miller
Nathan Miller
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Мастеринг-инженер
Angela Randisi
Angela Randisi
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Harley Arsenault
Harley Arsenault
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
David "Prep" Hughes
David "Prep" Hughes
Инженер звукозаписи

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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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