Lyrics:
all been deleted
By versions of selves that we thought were the best ones
'Till versions of versions of others repeating
Come laughing at everything
in that thang?)
His pants is always saggin'
(Ah, say wha?)
Got money but never braggin'
(Ah, say wha?)
'Cause he's not that type
Party people I'ma
I’m the life of the party myself
(Dark ambient lost vocalisation)
[Radio Station Transition #3]
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, people
Acolla, dirty, I know ya heard me
'Cause I'm forty-eight plus negative thirty, Murphy perverted
And you know that, be in strip clubs where the shows
がむしゃらに騒ぎまくれ keepin' it real
Crazy, wild and free
飛ばしていけ
Ma homies 踊ろう朝まで
Party people 集まれ
Come with me now
Come with me now
B-boyz in da house 今を生きよう
Up
Hear the musical heavyweight, Inna the dance rock the party late
Run the version never hesitate, Party people celebrate
CHORUS
If you are not
the red carpet on y'all bitch asses
Hailing from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay
Ludacris, Disturbin' Tha Peace family
Recognize royalty
Nelly to me
Tellin' 'em please, just leave
Before I have to swell a person
It's no question like playing
The a capella version
Look I said it before
and away we dirty dancin
To the people in the back
And away and away and away we dancin
To my people on the side
And away and away we dirty dancin
Just
and loves her reflection
She's totally primetime, the people they love her
Now raise your glass cause there is no one above her.
Descending the stairwell
have no regret
We drive by the places wey people neglect
And they dance by the places we na wey fit elect
Salute
Don't see me outta the road
And get it
on the smooth tip
Ha ha, yo biz, kick something funky for 'em, word up
Now people always want to know my strategy plan
For me to use the weird name
five-ten, weighin one-seven-one
But if you close your eyes, swore you're gettin crushed by a bum
Be like "oh Nelly, can I call you Mr. Hanes?"
Whichever one
the noise
One time for the dirty boys
River rats lookin' nasty
Smokin' all the joints
One time for the police
Always bustin' parties at the Ranchettes
Tryin'
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
(Yes-sir)
(Uh-Huh)
You know what i like
(Ok-ok)
Hold on
Where's the party at
I got people around me
If you ain't widdit then
you better stop me
featuring Phiness
Chorus: Phiness
We came here to party join together everybody
Let's celebrate (it's a party goin on)
It's
carpet on y'all bitch asses.
Hailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay.
Ludacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family. Recognize royalty
when you
famous for claimin' a murder
That he never really did
Yeah tell these people all
The facts here really
How you ran your mouth and
Almost got smacked by
the Reggae version, hey, for the People in
the Third World... we haven't forgotten anybody on this song.. .for all of you French
people...who think that you
There once was a man not long ago
He went by the name of dirty joe
It's said he rode the wheels all through the night
(All through the night)
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
After the party, it's the Waffle House (yeah, uh-huh)
If you ever been here, you know what I'm talkin about (yeah, uh-huh)
Where people don't
by the truth, create our own versions
I'm the one to blame, it's never your fault
This is what you wanted, shape up act like an adult
He did you dirty
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