Songtext Turn around Jermaine Dupri

Turn around

Turn it, turn it, turn it (Y'all know what this is)

Turn it 'round, turn it 'round (Turn it), turn that thang 'round
Turn it 'round, turn it 'round (Turn it), turn that ass 'round
Turn it 'round, turn it 'round (Turn it), turn that thang 'round
Turn it 'round, turn it 'round (Turn it), turn that ass 'round (Yeah, yeah, check this out)

Ayy, go'n 'head, you a bad bitch, and you know you nasty
When I throw this money, who can pick it up the fastest? (Go)
She thick and she sassy (Woo), booty fantastic (Yeah)
Treat that pussy like a Lamborghini, then crash it (Ah)
She twerkin' on the dick now, bankroll thick now
Monday night switch, I want a whole 'nother bitch now (Switch it out)
All kind of bad bitches I be in the city with (Okay)
BBL money, give you something to get some titties with
Workin' on the pole like you up in the gymnasium
Steady throwin' paper them, flexin' on a hater them
Darkskin Kisha, bitch look like that ho from Belly
Make her eat her friend pussy in the club, what the helly? (What the helly?)

Turn it 'round, turn it 'round (Turn it), turn that thang 'round
Turn it 'round, turn it 'round (Turn it), turn that ass 'round (Alright)
Turn it 'round, turn it 'round (Turn it), turn that thang 'roundTurn it 'round, turn it 'round (Toni), turn that ass 'round

Turn around, thirty round, 40 Glock (Fah)
Magic City, I ain't leave that bitch 'til 4 o'clock
Afterhours, I pull right up to the Candytrap
I own that bitch, I park right up in the handicap (Woo)
Ain't no cap, you got money, I got money too
I wear Ricks and Balencis every other shoe
You on shrooms, I'm on shrooms, we on shrooms
Lights flickin', P's poppin', elbow room
Rich niggas and bitch niggas all in one room
Soufside spelled with an F, F for "fuck you"
Clear it out, let me see what you gon' do, shawty
She ain't trade her car in, but you know she got a new body (Turn it, turn it, turn it)

Turn it 'round, turn it 'round (Yeah), turn that thang 'round
Turn it 'round, turn it 'round (Yeah), turn that ass 'round
Turn it 'round, turn it 'round (Turn it), turn that thang 'round
Turn it 'round, turn it 'round (Yeah), turn that ass 'round (King, bitch)

Pimp tight, like my bitches chunky or the slim type (Woo)
"Him tight," that's what they say whenever I'm inside
Keep my Chevy sprayed, with-with leather and my rims high
Bitches wanna spend the night, it's fun watchin' them try (Hah)
They say since I got these millions, I been turnin' up on bitches
Naw, been the same nigga since I was sellin' work on Simpson (Okay)
Pimpin'? (What?), got 'em (Nah), simpin'? (What?), nada (Ayy)
Seven freaks in my Impala (Okay)
Toss 'em, drop 'em (Woo), buss 'em, pop 'em (Yeah)
Let 'em do it (Woo), I don't stop 'em (Uh-uh)
It ain't no problem, ain't no pressure, man, she wanna do it (Okay)
Get close enough, smell my cologne, then she goin' for it (Let's go)
End of story, so euphoric, they can't turn it down (Nah)
Now show that pretty smile (Let's go), and go'n turn around

Turn it 'round, turn it 'round (Turn it), turn that thang 'round
Turn it 'round, turn it 'round (Turn it), turn that ass 'round
Turn it 'round, turn it 'round (Turn it), turn that thang 'round
Turn it 'round— now show that pretty smile, now go'n turn around
Turn it 'round, turn it 'round (Turn it), turn that thang 'round
Turn it 'round, turn it 'round (Turn it), turn that ass 'round
Turn it 'round, turn it 'round (Turn it), turn that thang 'round
Turn it 'round— now show that pretty smile, now go'n turn around
Turn it 'round