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Wild Weekend

Luke Bryan

Spring Break... Here to Party

2013

a little spot in the river bend 
Were the sun sits high.

Long as the keg don't float and the ice don't melt
We'll loosen up a notch on the Bible belt

match, belt so fresh,
 On my Don shit

 I be on my Don shit,
 I be on my Don shit 
Shirt tucked, clean socks, hat fit,
 Don bitch

 High on 4x4 whips,

and limbo under the belt
Love and lust kills, catch me a body
Imma head out, out
See the sun come down I’m heading out already now
Stacking money to max out

Fendi belt I'm really double f we don't fucc wit fleas
Faggots heard they wanna test a bandit
Let's get it craccin
Uncle Scrooge I only chase blues

flex 
I ain't ever had shit that's why i gotta brag 

Bitch bad car fast new whip do the dash (Skrt)
50 on the belt nother 100 on the bag (Bag bag)
New

a 9 to 5
I been trappin for that life?
Lowed that just vibes
MO' B ties
Off white belt her size
Hold up thats a lie
Cold winter night
Woi that frost

You know I’m with my girl
It’s just Us v.s the world
Just thinking damn your so beautiful
And I don’t want no lui belt
Cause I just want you

Yeah, i'm with the, gang-gang-gang
Yeah, okay, look
DIY, it's better you Do It Yourself
I feel like a champ ima need me a belt
Got so many hoes ima

move when it's them in the sun
Money, Money, Money, Yeah I love to run it up
Bezel on my belt, yeah I flash it in the front
I don't want yo bitch, yeah,

They tryna kill my faith
I won't let it take place
Gotta fight every day
I ain't runnin' no way

Belt of truth - My waist
Covered up in grace
Get

Fresh Tom Ford's got me seeing dirty
Gucci belt on my derrière (Gucci)
Three chains on now my drip wavy 
She don't know my name so she calls me baby

belt
The Cumberland River to the eastern hills
Sun's going down on tobacco fields in Kentucky
Where the sweat on your brow and your calloused hands
Is

Livin' the life that we chose, yeah, yeah (wavy)

Yeah, I got up with a slut, she so (wavy)
Chanel belt hold the F&N up, I'm so (wavy)
King Tut, I'm

What if I told the people it was free to Breathe?
What if I took the arrow and the bow
And chose exactly where it would go?
What if the sun rose just

messed up
The bitch, she ain't right, she get left
Ayy yeah I only smoke top shelf, ooh
Gold Gucci, got snakes on my belt, ayy
Young gorilla how I'm

attitude
Give that shit to somebody else
You know I got to move
With a gun inside my belt

Fuck you, bitch
I can do bad by myself
I'm cool with losing you

kicks
Kill a nigga broad day gang puttin on sun wigs
Got they dumbass lookin fa some niggas wit sum wicks

Belt to ass nigga shoulda pulled his pants up

to the beat you hear
You no go whine
For the beat you hear
Make you go go down
For the beat you hear, yeah
You talk say
You wan know her name
Sun Girl
The guys

Baby please baby please baby please
Leave my belt
Tryna be tryna be tryna be here my self
One of these one of these one of these days
I swear down
I'ma

up against the wall on the west mezzanine
We rattle this town, we rattle this scene

Oh, Anna Sun
Oh, Anna Sun

What do you know? This house is

hustle
We hustle, we hustle, we hustle
With wings, the V on my buckle
Louis belt, Louis belt, Louis belt
I feel like Louis belt
I bought my bitch a black

No Drama

Tinie Tempah

Take Not3s

2017

my belt
Tryna be, tryna be, tryna behave my self
One of these, one of these, one of these days I swear down
I'ma join your workout
You won't be

in the water
Usually don't sink it when you put that shot up
Belt down, comin' up, now I'm out the water
Set your scope on this, why'on't'cha blow me,

numbers up
Sun is never up
Stars are like us and they're blowin' up (Sun goes down)
Speakers blowin' like a supernova I got Raf Simons on my belt (Mhm)
We