This is the honor of the featuring Pitbull and Jump Smokers. Report to the dance floor. DJ turn it up. Turn it up. Turn it up. Turn it up. Dice. Yes. Do it now! One, two, three. Pour the vodka, roll the oo-wee. I'm always with women about two or three. All of them bad, never ugly. Run through them all, me and you, Lee. My flow fire, call it Uzi. Now I sell records, not OTs. I'm on full, y'all on E. I'm no fool, ask the street. I'm so cool, no icy. Words of advice, watch your wifey. I'm on that vodka, my dog on a bottle of heme. Bottle of heme. Everybody got a cup, but they ain't your thing. Ain't your thing. That's right, now you see. Now you don't, now you see. Now you don't, now you see. Now you don't, now you see. Now you don't. Baby, let me see you. Baby, let me see you. Baby, let me see you. Baby, let me see you. Baby, let me see you. It's the jump smokers sound, to make them girls get down. Mr. 305 lookin up when the boys out of shottown. Teeners all around, DJ spin this record around. They shake they ass all on the floor. When they do, they do it around. Now you don't, now you see. Now you don't, now you see. Now you don't, now you see. Baby let me see you. Come on shake that ass for me. Baby, let me see you. Come on shake that ass for me. Baby, let me see you. Come on shake that ass for me. Baby, let me see you. If you're gonna take it down. Let me see you do it. Come on shake that ass for me. Baby, let me see you. Come on shake that ass for me. Baby, let me see you. Come on shake that ass for me. Baby, let me see you. If you're gonna take it down. Let me see you do it. ❌ ❌ ❌ ❌ ❌ ❌ ❌ ❌ ❌ ❌ ❌ ❌ ❌ ❌ ❌ ❌ ❌ ❌ ❌ ❌ ❌ ❌ ❌ ❌ ❌ ❌ ❌ ❌ ❌ ❌