Lyrics:
on TV just blow a kiss
I love my girls thick with a hint of innocence
Yeah you can party, I'm making hits
I like my souls with a swoosh or star
I shoot du
flawless and awesome, it's
Gotta be hard finding time to perfect all your rhymes
Every night at Narcotics Anonymous
Hi Dave, hi Dave, hi Dave!
I'm not
We were playing games at Dave and Busters
Took me by the hand told me to trust her
Don't know if she love me but I wonder
I know that she know I'm
hearin' 'em
(This America man)
Blasted off a tab yeah I'm tweakin' already
Heard there's a party at The Lodge, gotta start sippin' steady
Yeah I been in
Or sittin' through a Harvard lecture
How the fuck I end up bein' Harvey Specter?
Young black art collector, I could take the pressure
Had the scales, now
And when I saw you at my mate's place
I thought, "What is she doing
At my mate's place?"
How did Dave get a hottie like that to a party like this?
Good
And when I saw you at my mate's place
I thought, "What is she doing
At my mate's place?"
How did Dave get a hottie like that to a party like this?
Good
place
I thought "What is she doing.. at my mate's place?
How did Dave get a hottie like that to a party like this?
Good one, Dave!
Ooh, you're a legend,
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Now as the record spins around, you recognize this sound,
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Now as the record spins around, you recognize this sound,
one time I stayed home, his party got busted by the popo
It made me so so so so so so happy
He got grounded and the dance was this week (ha)
I never
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
McFly
Where it all started on Harvey
The partys arrived
With a handle of Jack and handful of wax
Yo you'll hardly survive
Then we kickin' it on Cuyler
may be slow
We still gonna blow like the horn played by Horatio
The stakes is three feet high and risin' like De La Soul
So I got Wonder Why, my man
Ray says his prospects are thin
But he loves his girl Virginia Slim
And they believe in love and they believe in life
So they’re off to the party in
may be slow
We still gonna blow like the horn played by Horatio
The stakes is three feet high and risin' like De La Soul
So I got Wonder Why, my man
Last call in the club
Now we speeding to the after party
It's time to live it up no hate, celebrate
We all gonna party tonight
Full speed, no
tried hard
For all the things that I wanted but my money was inadequate
Probably be killed by my cousins back in Africa
If they knew I risked my free
I, I know a little bitch by the name Shanelle
Always wearin' Louis, but fake Chanel
I'm just tryin' to nut like Chip and Dale
That's some funny-ass
I, I know a little bitch by the name Shanelle
Always wearin' Louis, but fake Chanel
I'm just tryin' to nut like Chip and Dale
That's some funny-ass
When I get to a party, To get it started
I grab tha microphone and rock it cold hearted
Go behind tha curtains while my fanz they point
You know
our time and our clothes got to coordinate
Most girls looking right, some looking a mess
That's why they spilling drinks all over your dress
But Louis
She wanna come through and take my mind off my ex
(Good girls don't party hard enough, good girls, yes)
Whoa, 'cause she wanna come through and take
east and west and ay you're right man this is so interesting
Mans got trophies, nonstop parties see man I wont be a fool at 40
By the time I was done
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