Видео
Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Webbie
Вокал
Trill Family
Исполнитель
Lil' Trill
Вокал
Lil Boosie
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Jeremy Varnard Allen
Композитор
Jonathan Reed
Тексты песен
M. Vernell, III
Тексты песен
Marcus Bennett
Тексты песен
Webster Gradney Jr.
Тексты песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Mouse On tha Track
Продюсер
Chris Bellman
Мастеринг-инженер
David West
Миксинг-инженер
Jason Dillon
Инженер звукозаписи
Слова
Mouse dropped the track, that'll make you bounce it back
Aye DJ won't you play that song?
Say aye DJ won't you play that song?
Say aye DJ won't you play that song?
Say aye DJ won't you play that song?
Turn the beat up
Turn the beat up
Turn the beat up
Turn the beat up
Turn the beat up
Turn the beat up
Turn the beat up
Turn the beat up
Cut the air on
Raise the window
Turn the beat up, and we can run about
Bring my drink hoe, bring it pronto
'Cause I'm retarded, I'm retanto
You know what? Y'all better not fuck with my DJ
'Cause he the one thats gone let my beat play
And y'all niggas better take it easy, 'Cause I'll catch it tomorrow evening
Please believe it, I'm two pieces
I'm a spender, you the cheapest
A couple palm pilots, sex on the beaches
Turn the cup up, like the music
Aye DJ won't you play that song?
Say aye DJ won't you play that song?
Aye DJ wont you play that song?
Say aye DJ won't you play that song?
Turn the beat up
Turn the beat up
Turn the beat up
Turn the beat up
Turn the beat up
Turn the beat up
Turn the beat up
Turn the beat up
Hold on, stop the beat, gone turn me up
The AC steady chunkin, but I'm burnin up
Flies or mosquitos, swagger passed to me though
Coming through the spot, hot com, where my people?
All about the pesos, guap, the scrilla
Self-Made youngin, not no ordinary nigga
A black card swiper, a loud beat liker
If the trunk ain't slappin' then your speakers ain't right bruh
Gone turn the beat up
Get your ass beat up, mad at me 'cause your ol' lady tryna eat the meat up
I'm stuntin' in my Coogi's, fresher then some sushi
Dude you 17? Gone, I don't play with cupids
Money what I look like, money what I go get
I wipe my ass with hundred dollar bills when I go shit
Hollerin' at the DJ, Like, "Put it on replay"
Play that "O let's do it" like we in Atlanta G.A.
Aye DJ won't you play that song
Say aye DJ won't you play that song?
Aye DJ wont you play that song
Say aye DJ won't you play that song?
Turn the beat up
Turn the beat up
Turn the beat up
Turn the beat up
Turn the beat up
Turn the beat up
Turn the beat up
Turn the beat up
DJ turn up the speakers, watch the crowd get off the meter
See we're shoppin' out for Mitchells, see rappers they like to see us
In the club we go to heartless, drinkin' like they alcoholic
Bitch they callous, they my vice, on the second wish stripper howling
I got a mess on him, sold his smoke and I rest on him
Bitch your favourite rapper threw the seat, man, 'cause I'm next to him
Four DJs, I mess with them, fresher, I be blessin' them
Free up there in my squad, you'll hang with us, you're with him now
Trill fam rollin', can't nobody hold us
From the parents, the hunts, D.C.I, and Angola
My Nigga bald head in San Quentin just told me, "Savage you the hardest boy
And all these niggas know it"
Went and took my lil' niggas out, that ass toatin'
Gun tryna make it over here, we keep goin'
I'm too street, the music business can't put up with me
I got the streets, muthafuckas, y'all stunt with me
Aye DJ won't you play that song?
Say aye DJ won't you play that song?
Say aye DJ won't you play that song?
Say aye DJ won't you play that song?
Turn the beat up
Turn the beat up
Turn the beat up
Turn the beat up
Turn the beat up
Turn the beat up
Turn the beat up
Turn the beat up
Writer(s): Enrique Iglesias, Roman Ramirez, Niles Hollowell-dhar, Marty Garton Jr.
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