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We gon' party, yadi, yadi, yadi, yadi Here we go Yo a my jess, buy you night but this i love, tricky Just stay lickin' what I piss out of, just pimpin' Pleasure blowin' smoke out that jug, spent that whole life in the hood But you not thug, just playin' it too Cop back, might spray food, so fresh and so clean Rock plat like Ray Jude, 4 plus 2 is 6, coupe kitted up is all new But I swear the wrist was grip, shit is all blue See how the canvas glitz, what he spend? Ain't no tellin', throw my chain in the air Come down, think it was hella, overzealous But not overweight is the man, like cellulite Bullets leak dense in your ass, Superman figures we for green Like kryptonite, your knees the target, literally you kryptonite You're like damn, it's so vulgar, buddy watch your mouth It's temperature hot, but not when the watch is out Let's go, can it get it crumped in here? Yo let's go, wave your hands from front to rear Yo let's go, smoke somethin', drink it bitch And we gon' party, yadi, yadi, yadi, yadi Let's go, rock this shit from left to right Let's go, feelin' shawty in them jeans this tight Let's go, before I take you home tonight We gon' party, yadi, yadi, yadi, yadi You don't know my name, shit, I won't tell it again I won't don't sell, crack, come on, sell it again Got a problem with me, black with barb and quibi You should wear a bodyguard, they constant with me You don't offend me, your crew, small dogs like Toto But guess it's loco, everything from jacob to robo I got the lead now, I'm hopin' you follow I got the heat too, don't get sprayed like cologne in a bottle Can't hit in a whip, affects my drivin' In the summer I'ma yellow like canary diamonds I'm off for real, you never eat what's under your skirt But if you thirsty, you know what you can drink for dessert Now you can dance to this, I'm posin' a war I'ma be in the bathroom, gettin' blue on the star Won't you keep your hands wavin', yeah I got the truck parked in the lot, I can take you away from here Let's go, can't get a copy of this Let's go, wake up, I'm fried to red Let's go, smoke somethin', drink the beer We gon' party, yadi, yadi, yadi, yadi Let's go, pop this shit from left to right Let's go, feelin' shawty in them jeans this tight Let's go, before I take you home tonight We gon' party, yadi, yadi, yadi And yo, ready or not, I'm ready to rock Here I come, got two chicks with me Thirsty and she want some, my hands be chilly Y'all don't understand me, really go out of my mind You ain't gotta touch me to feel me, shake it, shake Hot potato dough, go down, I made your face Nigga, you can't hold me down, I'm about to lose it, man Can't refuse it, man Almond Elvaca, shots of Grey Goose Cramp Buggin' cousin, ain't no way you too fair Holy page, you brand for the ice blu-ray band Cool like that, let's go, move like that Construction hammer, go block off Toes that clap like accidental Scar deep like green bay pack as I pop These holes in you like salts and crackers Prefer them in pot of Gabbana, thick and proper But I will take this chick with a tattoo on her knuckles Let's go, can't get it cropped in here Yo, let's go, work your hands from front to rear Yo, let's go, smoke somethin', drink the beer We gon' party, yadi, yadi, yadi, yadi Let's go, pop this shit from left to right Let's go, feelin' sure to get them jeans to say Let's go, before I take you home tonight We gon' party, yadi, yadi, yadi, yadi I know you wanna party, yadi, party, yadi Party, yadi, yadi, yadi, yadi, yadi Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba Party, yadi, party, yadi, party, yadi, yadi, yadi, yadi, yadi Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba Buddy Klein Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
Writer(s): Jonathan H. Smith, Trevor Smith, Carl Terrell Mitchell, Michael Wayne Atha, Travis L. Barker, Kevin C. Bivona Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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