"Turn Down For What" lyrics

[Clyde Carson:]
Nigga turn down for what?
Turn down for what?
Turn down for what?
Turn down for what?

[Problem:]
Bitch nigga what you want?
So what my number in ya girl phone?
So what ya girl gave my girl dome?
It was crazy, you want me stop fucking her?
Pussy nigga make me, TU king crown me official
I came in her mouth, game came with a pistol
You know I got the pills, ya boy got the drank
Hoes got no limits all we need is a tank
This shit do be smacking hell ya I'm high as my fashion
You knee deep you hit me trust me I'm taxing
IRS I have left no right I'm gone
And like the porch lights in the hood I stay on

[Clyde Carson:]
Nigga turn down for what?
Turn down for what?
Turn down for what?
Turn down for what?

[The Game:]
White bitch, black bitch
A little Asian, a Mexican, a frat bitch
Show her top, ski, skinny, or a fat bitch
I hit her up like let's go get a tat bitch
Bitch, I'm from bompton, two speeds
Hood nigga smack the kush outta loose leaves
Let her bounce on the dick 'til that bitch leave
She ain't even gotta call take my ten speed
We don't love 'em
We don't love 'em
We don't fuck 'em
Extra rubbers, we don't dub 'em
Dirty Sprite, red cup 'em
Long night gotta fuck 'em

[Clyde Carson & The Game:]
Nigga turn down for what?
Turn down for what?
Turn down for what?
Turn down for what?

[The Game:]
Came through on them lame dudes
V12 in the truck show 'em what that Range do
On the one ten fuck the four five
Traffic like a motherfucker nose dive
From San Bernardino y city
Carmines Pasadena nigga my city
Ri, riding through bompton, in the five fifty
Sunroof open whole hood getting high with me
I'm in the swap meet faded, worth twenty five mil
I'm in the swap meet faded, worth twenty five mil
I know you bitch niggas hate it, got a angel on the grill
Bitch riding shotgun pop a pill like

[Clyde Carson:]
Nigga turn down for what?
Turn down for what?
Turn down for what?
Turn down for what?