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Just take hit of thisIt'll get you rightDon't worry 'bout nothin'Turn out the lightsYou want more in your lifeBut you can't get rightDon't worry 'bout nothin'Just turn up the nightTurn up the night, turn up the night, turn up the night, turn up the nightTurn up the night, turn up the night, turn up the night, turn up the nightTurn up the night, turn up the night, turn up the night, turn up the nightTurn up the night, turn up the night, turn up the night, turn up the nightLook, girl let loose'Cause I know just what you likeIt's all on youIf u wanna turn up the nightSo many blunts that my mind somewhere in spacePush pause on a ho cuz she want stay out my faceI ain't worry bout nothin'I ain't worried bout nothin'I just came here to have a good timeYeah that drank in me and that smoke in me,Yeah I'm turnt in this bitch, no lieAll that ass on her can't pass on herI'ma steal yo bitch no crimeLetras de cancionesI'ma get to the money I'ma shine til the endGet back don't worry 'bout mineDrinks in air and I came wit my crewNo we don't care we gone turn up on uHaters they gone stare tell'em watch what we doTurn up yeah I know you feel somethin'To be real I ain't worried bout nothin'Just take hit of thisIt'll get you rightDon't worry 'bout nothin'Turn out the lightsYou want more in your lifeBut you can't get rightDon't worry 'bout nothin'Just turn up the nightTurn up the night, turn up the night, turn up the night, turn up the nightTurn up the night, turn up the night, turn up the night, turn up the nightTurn up the night, turn up the night, turn up the night, turn up the nightTurn up the night, turn up the night, turn up the night, turn up the nightAlways with a real bitch, a weak bitch gets left aloneNobody got time for bitches, they got more issues than VogueTaking shots of Henney while passing shots of PatroneDrink or smoke or dance then keep yo' weak ass at homeGirl we can turn up and kick it and twist it whenever you feel itYou feel it, you feel it, no matter the time or the day or the hourThe second, the minute, the minute, the minuteStartin' the car and pull up to the cribEnded up in the kitchen (End up in the kitchen)Whateva we doin', whateva we did it, ain't nobody businessAin't nobody business, girl, it ain't nobody businessBut if you did the crew and they know it tooFuck it, can I get a witness?Don't ask why they hands to the ceilingIts probably cause Bobby Benz in the buildingThe dancers is twerking and the panties is pullin'That boy there a fool, he an animal isn't heJust take hit of thisIt'll get you rightDon't worry 'bout nothin'Turn out the lightsYou want more in your lifeBut you can't get rightDon't worry 'bout nothin'Just turn up the nightTurn up the night, turn up the night, turn up the night, turn up the nightTurn up the night, turn up the night, turn up the night, turn up the nightTurn up the night, turn up the night, turn up the night, turn up the nightTurn up the night, turn up the night, turn up the night, turn up the night From Letras Mania