Lyrics:
paws up
'Cause you were born this way
LA FRANCE, Hands up, paris lets go! pont
Everybody on their feet, let's celebrate
My mama told me when I was young
Sorry is a sign of weakness
(Forgive us intense
Please forgive those distant)
I don't want you go back to your
Mama because I'll run you back out
(And
Timberland boots, Air Force
And shell-toes
Who the fuck is them?
If I gotta pay to get in the club
I'ma go pop the trunk and turn
The street volume up
This year we outside for the summa baby, ain't got no time to be inside cause we going crazy
Let's smoke something, drink something, let's vibe baby
glass 'cause I ain't coming home today
I'm just gonna sit here and rock my ass By myself and drink it all up, I
Drink it all up, I
No glass, any bottle
biddy by her toe
Will I let her go
If the necc is good it lookin like a no
You say thats your girl now that bitch my hoe
I cant let her go I cant let her
Getting drunk with these bitches and when they leave, they get followed
Fall asleep with that bitch and really don't know much about her
Then she let us
Timberland boots, Air Force
And shell-toes
Who the fuck is them?
If I gotta pay to get in the club
I'ma go pop the trunk and turn
The street volume up
anybody make real shit anymore?
Bow in the presence of greatness
'Cause right now thou hast forsaken us
You should be honored by my lateness
That I
sure I buy a round of shots here for the team
My apologies to anybody tryna sleep
(Let me go off)
Imma let 'em pour it up
And get their hands they throw
to the good times
And find the good in the new times
Rocking out on my epiphone
Attitude punk like the ramones
Squad be like "ay, oh, let's go"
But she done
was thirteen)
That was me (me, nigga), at fifteen I was a G
By the age twenty-one, half brick, quarter ki
I could turn the hands of time, I'll go
Take us a flight
What you like
It's nothing cooler
Drinks for the nite
Let's get hype
Let's act a fool bro
Get what you like
Who you like
Playin by no
opium
Telling me about her problems, baby all of them
Say she depressed, and I confess
Let's go, let's go, get de-stressed
I didn't need that pussy,
the secret things, show me the bloody kings
Let's play a game where the winners always lose their heads
Time screams by, life is mine
Time screams by
'em, I beat 'em, I burn 'em
Then I let 'em melt
They never heard of us, but look at me, I'm turning up
I slap the shirt off a stupid simpleton makin
gets nice with Charlie Chan
We're offered Moet (we don't mind Chivas)
Wherever we go with bring the Monkey with us
Adrock drinks three (Mike D is D)
us sink to our knees
Pour yourself the hair of the dog
Fill up your black jacks high with grog
Gulp it down lads
CRACK THE HOGS HEAD LETS GET WASTED!!!
Notorious
Notorious
Ladies and gentlemen
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Hey hey hey... hey
gets nice with Charlie Chan
We're offered Moet (we don't mind Chivas)
Wherever we go with bring the Monkey with us
Adrock drinks three (Mike D. Is D.)
You know
Yee (ahaha)
Let's go
Ayy (Hit-Boy)
Get off my dick, buddy
Get off my bitch, dummy
'Fore I take your bitch with us, then let my bitch
So called beef wit you know who
Fuck it he just let him kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had the niggas sitting on top
so we linked forever
No matter the weather let this fucker bang
Let's go my Soulja's let's go get these gains
Yeah, all my Soulja's where you at
Said
I had to take a deep ass hit for this one, y'all
I hope y'all ready for the remix remix on some homegrown bad boy shit
Let's go
Let's get it
Run that
Discuss these let us drink and go hame by the mccalmans Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In