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Joey Cool

"Turn It Down"

[Intro]
Yeah, y'all know who this is n*gga

[Hook]
Swankin' on these b*tches in the old school
Ridin' 'round wreakin' havoc on 'em with the top down
I got the recipe for what you need boy
It's evident, we got ahead of it, this sh*t is ours now
I can be a disrespectful little prick
Homie told me that I prolly need to take it 'bout a notch down
f*ck you ain't heard boy, I'm hot clown
How the f*ck I'm 'posed to turn this sh*t a notch down

[Verse 1]
Kill it like Sinatra, rock a stage then it's dinner with the mafia
I'm finna get up in this proper
Gon' send the calamari with the pasta
On Jamaican pepper, shrimp and with the lobster
Baby lookin' like she dressin' for the Oscars
Everybody know exactly what I'm not bruh
f*ck up out my face, I'm tryna realign my chakras
Coolie baby a product, I'm coming from it
If ever there was a problem well I ain't running from it
If we gon' talk up percentage, I give a hundred of it
If we gon' talk about pushing, I need another button
I'm George Bush with the lemon, baby I'm up to something
The Strange gang is rejuvenated, we f*cking something
A bunch of choppas and shootas with us, who f*cking want it
But they say Coolie is calculated, look at him gunning
I know the audience love it cause they applaud and we buzzing
We in it, all the discussions, basis of rap
I know we 'posed to be thugging
But see a pit of the lovers, support we get from the people, we get attached
I know that some disappear and I keep it civil but really with my credentials, I tapped and they f*cking snapped
My paperwork is impeccable, I'm delectable, too respectable
You like an edible, take a nap


[Hook]
Swankin' on these b*tches in the old school
Ridin' 'round wreakin' havoc on 'em with the top down
I got the recipe for what you need boy
It's evident, we got ahead of it, this sh*t is ours now
I can be a disrespectful little prick
Homie told me that I prolly need to take it 'bout a notch down
f*ck you ain't heard boy, I'm hot clown
How the f*ck I'm 'posed to turn this sh*t a notch down

[Verse 2]
Cigarette smokin', jack drinkin', hell raisin'
I ain't never been the one to keep it basic
Little b*tch pay attention when I say sh*t
Don't nobody move a muscle till I say b*tch
And they don't like it but things that done changed b*tch
They done gave these n*ggas change sh*t is dangerous
Me and Jamie goin' hammer on the same sh*t
Got the mannerisms of the gentleman and made men
All this f*ckery around, I prolly should have stayed in
I wouldn't be demanding of it, coming if I caved in
And if it's not for nothing, this is something I was raised in
But Joey your controller, need to takin' over Taven
Anything I want I can grab it, I got the usual habits
Lil homie you are dramatic, I thought that you was a savage
And tried to use you for status, I'm tryna move a lil cabbage
See I ain't using the backend, see I ain't, f*ck it

[Hook]
Swankin' on these b*tches in the old school
Ridin' 'round wreakin' havoc on 'em with the top down
I got the recipe for what you need boy
It's evident, we got ahead of it, this sh*t is ours now
I can be a disrespectful little prick
Homie told me that I prolly need to take it 'bout a notch down
f*ck you ain't heard boy, I'm hot clown
How the f*ck I'm 'posed to turn this sh*t a notch down

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