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(feat. Tyga) [Chris Brown:] Uh, Boom, Boom We ballin' in the room Sweepin' up my competition call me Mr. broom Knockin' niqqaz over, call me bulldozer, One more drink for these hoes and it's over, Cause I'm a strike that's something like a cobra, I know she want my venom, but I ain't gon' leave it in her, And right after I get her, she know she with a winner, And we straight to the crib, I ain't takin' her to dinner, (Ha) Nigga look at my jewels, Aviator shades I ain't lookin' at you, Ah chu, bless me twice, Be a rich nigga I be shitin' on your life, Magazine covers, magnem rubbers, I mean magnum, I don't fuck with stragglers, Niggaz want drama, Gangsta Grillz bastards Did you check the caption? lights camera, action [Chorus: x2] Holla at Me Boo, Holla at Me Baby, [x3] I'm Turnt Up, I'm Super Turnt Up Songtexte[Chris Brown:] A nigga beat, beat And shawty toot, toot, Blowin' out there brains, car need a new roof, Lookin' like a superstar, when I roll through And shawty I'm the truth, so mama what it do? Now let's ride out, ain't no trippin' When we dippin' to my hide-out, Big dipper cause you sippin' on my bottle Only fuckin' with them A-listin' models, Now let's get it like... Low fitted it, If you done it, Then I did it If you kick it, Then I'm with it We can do this shit all night Your minute don't compare to my limit When I'm in it And I get it I'm a give it to you all night, I'm the shit Yeah I go hard, Don't stand in lines nigga I bogart Fat boy celebrity cause I'm so large And don't need no battery cause I'm in charge [Chorus: x2] Holla at Me Boo, Holla at Me Baby, [x3] I'm Turnt Up, I'm Super Turnt Up [Tyga:] (Ha) I'm hot mo'fucka, get a plate bitch Don't say shit, get your face-lift Rose rich let tha champagne drip, Niggas swag jack but this L.A. shit Get it back, Give it back Ain't 'bout shit, Snap back them ain't even rare, where the tag at?, Wack-ass all up in my ear bitch bag back, I bag bad bitches mothafuck a Kat Stacks, Yellow nigga, no cabs Got the phantom out, no mats, Get your camera out uh, one flash, Hot beams steady shot clap your ass, Aww, T. raw I'm so ahh, Loc's on, chucks low, black beanie dog, Patron top wash straight from the liquor store, I'm turnt up I can't feel my face... so [Chorus: x2] Holla @ Me Boo, Holla @ Me Baby, [x3] I'm Turnt Up, I'm Super Turnt Up Hey [x3] Aus Songtexte Mania